Although many bass fishermen hate aquatic “grass” (here a collective term for surface and subsurface plant species) at one time or another, the truly serious angler has reason to love it, as well.

OUTDOORS COLUMN: What better final rite for an outdoorsman, especially an outdoorsman who will probably never catch a trophy fish or shoot any big game animal with horns more impressive than a year-old billy goat?

OUTDOORS COLUMN: “Please don’t spit on my feet,” one says, knowing full well tobacco juice is easily washed away with plain creek water and a few days’ wear.

OUTDOORS COLUMN: Every lure in every compartment on every shelf was neatly nestled (“filed” might be a better word) in its place. The cavernous base was clean, devoid of debris and clutter.

In recent years I must admit I’ve experienced a slight negativity during my Georgia high-country excursions. Namely, a seemingly decided decrease in the genuine mountain folks I used to encounter with refreshing regularity.

Whatever one’s outdoor pleasure, it is certain, at least on occasion, to require some extended travel time. Count on it.

BOB KORNEGAY OUTDOORS COLUMN: The shortest distance between two points are often valid considerations. Sometimes it’s necessary to shave time. If we’re not careful, however, that can become an obsession.

While there are still some pleasant spring fishing days ahead, the consistent heat and high humidity of a typical south Georgia summer are not far away.

The Georgia Department of Natural Resources Wildlife Resources Division expects the 2018 season to be better than last year.

For duck hunters, it can be pretty darn tough visiting a National Wildlife Refuge during waterfowl season, particularly one established primarily as a haven for wintering waterfowl.

The sight of a great blue heron 60 years ago was extremely exciting. It was also something of a novelty. The widespread use of highly toxic agricultural pesticides and indiscriminate killing had reduced the birds to low numbers in many areas.

The nine-banded armadillo is a frequent and usually unwelcomed visitor in area landscapes. It is one of 20 existing species of armadillo, originally from South America, and is the only one found in the United States.

At our weekend duck camps, a tradition was soon established. That tradition was, and I suppose still is, blatantly lying to all newcomers accepted into the group.

“Take a Kid Fishing” is a well-worn cliché we have all heard and likely have come to consider old hat. That’s unfortunate. The message has lost none of its importance.

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