Cover: January 2018
Crappie fishermen in the Carolinas have a handful of great lakes to fish in the winter, and January remains a great time to target speckled trout and reds at the coast. […]
Crappie fishermen in the Carolinas have a handful of great lakes to fish in the winter, and January remains a great time to target speckled trout and reds at the coast. […]
A large, dark shadow was visible in a bathtub-sized pool. The pool downstream from where I stood had produced several average-sized rainbow trout for quick release. The shadow was in a tiny pool upstream in the middle of a turbulent riffle. […]
Cody Fields of Antreville, S.C., took this 16-point, 160-inch non-typical buck in Abbeville County on Oct. 13. […]
We’re down to the last few days of deer hunting season, so let’s all get out and try to bag a good one. […]
Like many of my generation I cut my teeth in the outdoors hunting squirrels along creeks and pastures. I will always remember my first successful hunt, sitting under a large cedar tree near an old abandoned farm house, motionless, imagining the family that used to call this place home, daydreaming of children playing under the tree, of chickens scratching for food and fields of cotton, corn and vegetables where giant trees now stand. […]
Jennings Rose launched his 18-foot boat from a private ramp near Hobucken, N.C., with a smaller boat — a one-man layout boat — strapped securely to its bouncing bow. Nosing into the wind, he left the protective waters of a small creek, heading into Pamlico Sound for a day of duck hunting. […]
December is the last hurrah for deer hunters in North Carolina and South Carolina. If they haven’t taken a trophy yet, their chances are steadily but surely slipping away with only a few weeks left in the season. […]
It’s time to catch some winter cats on these five Carolina lakes. […]
The young buck slipped out of the woods and leisurely walked across yards of open field to begin its relaxed, late-afternoon snack of corn. Several times, he raised his head from the corn pile to look around, but it was all unhurried, relaxed and lacking the caution of a mature buck. […]
As I stood in the dark swamp, knee deep in water, I could hear the whistling of duck wings as they flew by and landed in flooded timber around me. Looking up, I could see ducks in groups of three to as many as 10 silhouetted against the breaking light of the morning sky. […]
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