Moving from the deer stand over to the nearby goose pond required a few steps. I had initially put a rifled choke on my 12-gauge shotgun and zeroed it at the nearby range along with the Nagant using slugs in anticipation of using it for deer. It was of course not nearly as accurate beyond 50 yards as the Nagant, so I did not use it the last week of deer season in favor of the rifle. I came to realize the more economical choice of a rifled choke over against the cost of a fully rifled shotgun barrel would...
Author: Frank DeRienzo
I have a chronic reluctance to get up before dawn to perch myself in a tree-stand at first light in the middle of deer season, but, as I faced the final week of hunting, my sloth yielded to an insatiable venison-jones which drove me, regardless of moon phase or feeding schedule, temperature or precipitation, to go out early every morning of that final week, shivering in wind and rain, before work hoping for the arrival of a doe into my kill zone.
Two weeks ago on Saturday near my residence in coastal Georgia, I spent an uneventful early morning sitting uncomfortably in a deer stand in a fruitless endeavor to be a murderer. Undaunted, I switched to fishing and launched into the intercoastal tidal river in my kayak at low ebb to try a fishing spot where the rapid outgoing tidal flow temporarily exposes an intermittent island near a bridge.