Porter McCollister, Matt McCollister, Jason Flores, and Mark Gowan with swamp rabbits
harvested in St. Mary Parish along a canal bank. (Submitted Photo/Courtesy of John K. Flores)
The high-pitched yodels of beagles, once faint, now were getting louder as the rabbit chase clearly had turned my way along the canal spoil bank.
Cal Kingsmill is a renowned decoy carver. (Submitted Photo/Courtesy of John K. Flores)
On a near dead-calm, damp, sort of sticky morning this winter I sat in a duck blind between Cal Kingsmill and Mike Benge waiting. Waiting for something to happen.
Benjamin Pontif with a couple of the sac-a-lait he caught at his family’s camp this past weekend. (Submitted Photo/Courtesy of John K. Flores)
There were plenty of things to write about in 2016.
Joshua Flores, son of The Daily Review Outdoor Writer John K. Flores, walks up on a deer he recovered during his hunt. (Submitted Photo/Courtesy of John K. Flores)
Lewis Street, where my grandmother lived in the City of Flint, Michigan, during the late ’50s and early ’60s, was a typical middle-class neighborhood.
Jason Sanders with his parents, Dana and Adrian Sanders. (Submitted Photo/Courtesy of Dana Sanders)
Twelve-year-old Jason Sanders killed his first buck this fall. A spike. The feat is not really that uncommon for the typical Mississippi kid who grew up in a hunting family.