Outdoors
The latest Outdoors coverage from the Chattanooga Times Free Press, part of our Sports section.
More in Outdoors, page 29
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Case: It’s a slippery slope, and I have the bruises to prove it
It has been a while, but we have talked about this before: Falling down is often a big part of the life of a hunter, fisherman or outdoorsman.
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Case: On the road again with the itinerant turkey hunter, part one
If you have never experienced Route 60 on Gauley Mountain in West Virginia at 4 in the morning during a rainstorm, you may (or may not) want to give it a try.
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Case: Hey, this is supposed to be fun, remember?
I wish someone would have told me all of this back then. But would I have listened?
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Case: Seven commandments for a safe turkey hunt this spring
The scene was all too familiar. A beautiful piece of woods, a bright spring morning, the songbirds in full chorus.
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Case: This spring, let the mockingbirds sing and let a few turkeys walk
Not long after I started terrorizing the local woodland population of birds and mammals with a BB and pellet gun, my dad gave me "the speech."
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Case: Remington is pumping out the ammo in Arkansas
The past couple of years have been a wild ride for most of us, including any of you in the shooting and hunting world.
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Case: Turkey hunting is still stupid, but I can’t stop now
I got up at 3:30 am the other day. In case you don't know, this is a dismal, evil hour of the night. It is very quiet, to the point of being ominous, with wraiths and werewolves skulking about.
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Case: Guns and cornbread and Spam, oh my!
My third cup of coffee did not seem near as good as the first. I looked into the murky depths of the mug and hoped for some help there. You know, the clouds in my coffee thing?
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Case: Taking a shot at an honest review of the new Remington 870
Gun writers, I have been told, are supposed to be stern, hardhearted and insensitive.
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Case: Alabama’s Squirrel Master Classic has become a fun and familiar event
I could not deny it felt like coming home. When the car turned down the lane to the Southern Sportsman Hunting Lodge, I knew I would see old friends.
