Written in Stone : Full Cry
Greetings from South Georgia. The August heat has arrived in the month of May and nothing idles by slower than a sizzling Southern summer.
We have caught hogs this month but not without a struggle. Neither man nor dog is a match for what Mother Nature throws at them during the summertime. So many things affect the dogs’ ability to scent: humidity, temperature, sunlight, how long it’s been since it rained, even the wind plays a factor. Average daily highs in the slow-roast range have pushed hogs into the deepest holes they can find.
But we keep loading up the dogs till we are dehydrated, delaminated, and more often than not decisively skunked. But there is a reason for this devotion. It is this: Once you’ve had a day when it all comes together – when those dogs strike then work out a track, through the fields, hardwoods and swamps, you suddenly feel like you are in exactly the spot you were meant to be. The truth is it won’t happen very often, but when it does, it’s magic.
The same holds true for anyone that dogs game. In a way we are just hooked — the excitement of the dogs, the beauty of the South, and the possibility that this may be the day that you harvest an animal that many people will never see. Maybe most of all we are hooked on the dogs. Summertime hunting is supposed to be hard, and maybe the difficulty is what makes it matter so much.
And, of course, it is a chance to call time out on the whole job, marriage and family thing. You get a chance for a couple of hours a week to leave it behind you. Knowing at the end of the hunt that you will turn around and go back to it. Following the dogs will briefly take you away from finacial stress, taxes and sky rocketing fuel prices. It will still be there when you get back. Trust me on that.
I have attached a picture of Sam and Luke Forehand with a real nice bass that young Sam caught. Also a picture of our oldest little one Kallie with her Thanksgiving Day buck. We finally got the deer officially scored at 175 gross making it the largest deer killed in the State of Georgia by a female last year. Matter of fact it is the biggest deer killed by a female in Georgia since 2008. That’s pretty neat in light of the fact that 90,000 bucks were killed in the state last year. One of those fancy magazines is writing an article on her and the deer. We are proud of her- in more ways than just that deer. (You can boil those antlers for three hours and they still won’t make good soup!) Kallie lives and breathes a clean Christian lifestyle. Her life is a living witness to the power of Jesus Christ; that not always easy in this world during these times. She volunteers her time not only with missions but also as the youth leader at our church and feeding the homeless at the shelter once a week.
Until next month, safe hunting, keep reading Full Cry and God bless each of you.
By Richard McCorkle