Muy Grandes R’ Comin’ Out of the Woodwork !


I no more than get Barry’s buck posted and I get a pic with Brian and a big one he took Saturday evening.
17″ inside spread
22″ beams

Way to go El Presidente!



Barry Bags a Big Buck!

A hunter that hunts harder than Barry would be hard to find.  So it’s no surprise that he bagged this nice buck this weekend.  Wow.  What a buck.  The vital statistics are:
19 ” inside spread
22″ beam length
10.5″ G2
170 lbs.

Congratulations Barry on another nice deer!

My question, do we call that a drop tine on the right antler?  I do! Which would make it the first drop-tined buck I have ever seen come from Ragsdale.  Nice!





Happens Every Year!

Chris and I are notorious for taking a buck on Christmas Eve.   Our Mississippi rut happening around Christmas gets us in trouble with family, but when I look back, not hunting on Christmas eve would have cost us a lot of bucks.  This year was no different.  This time it was dear old Dad.

The day started out great with us spotting a bald eagle hanging around our hunting area, which is in the Delta.




The morning and mid-day was uneventful though hogs were close by.  At 4:30 PM a  large bodied buck with a strange right side antler walked out to feed under a Nuttall tree.  (I love Nuttalls, many of the trees hold their acorns until late January, dropping a little all along.)

I wasn’t sure about shooting this buck because I had already lost one wounded buck this year and the buck, though big in body and obviously mature, had the messed up right-side.   When he came under me,  since I was hunting with a bow, I stood up to give myself the best possible shooting position.   First the buck let me get away with standing up and then he stopped for me at five yards.  I figured somebody high up wanted me to take him.

It was a good shot, but Chris and I just couldn’t find him in the dark with no blood trail and the cover was very thick.  Where we were, there was no dry ground, only water.  We had done our Christmas with family on Sunday when everyone was home, so I was free on Christmas day but Chris was not.  So I returned alone on Christmas day and found the deer pretty quickly.  Unfortunately the coyotes and hogs had found him first so I’ll spare the not so attractive photos, but I did want to show the strange right-side antler, which is actually kinda pretty:


I think this deer was past his prime.  He was not especially wary, probably old and maybe even sick.  The coyotes would not have been far in his future anyway.  I think I probably saved him from something much worse.

Haven’t gotten any pics from the camp since Kevin’s buck.  It’s the rut, can’t believe someone hasn’t gotten a good one yet.  What about our double-beamed buck?  Please send me an email with a pic if you have.  Send only quality, tasteful pics, please.


Slay a Swine for the Swamp!


Chris and I have been “Making the Swamp Safe Again” by ridding the swamp of an invasive species.  (Sounds like something Washington should do.)   Yes, Chris and I have been making the swamp safe, and for a lot less money than government hunters shooting shotguns from helicopters.

This hog above that Chris took with his bow has the most massive cutters and whetters that we’ve ever seen.  Just look at those long cutters.  And the whetters, which are thick and curled upwards.  This thing looks like a wart hog to me.   And those cutters are sharp, almost sharp enough to cut your fingers.


Where Chris has me on size for the past two days, I have him on numbers.  I took four out of four hogs with my bow in two days.  NO MISSES or bad shots.  I’ll spare you the photos.

I was also taken to school by a big buck.  I know you probably can’t see anything in this photo, but there is a big buck in there.  I was just looking around and saw something brown that looked like a log.  I didn’t think it looked right and so I took another look with my binoculars.  It was a nice buck, really nice.  He stood extremely still for a very long  time just slowly turning his head back and forth, LOOKING IN THE TREES!  Luckily I was hidden just a little by the willow oak branch in the photo.  After he stood there for what seemed like an eternity, I know it was between 15 and 30 minutes, he laid down right there where he had been standing.  He stayed with me for almost two hours.


Watch the video, toward the end the buck moves his head.  Without binoculars I would never have made him.



Hunting Heritage

Below is a photo of my dad, Ewal Davis.  I discovered this photo after Dad’s death.  Up until I discovered the photo I did not know that he had ever taken a deer.  Of course this is just a small buck, but back in those days in south Mississippi, there were very few deer around.  I am posting this just because, well, this is my heritage and I just thought Dad’s buck deserved to be posted.

Unfortunately when I was born, Dad was 42 years old.  As a result, when I was a youngster, after having had three of my brothers in front of me, Dad was pretty well done with the outdoors.  Mostly due to his smoking two packs of Lucky Strikes per day.  He took me squirrel hunting once.  He took me fly fishing once.  In each case, that’s all it took.

I don’t see a gun in the photo but I’m pretty sure it was a Remington 16 gauge which was his bird gun and the only gun in the house other than a Geco .22 my uncle Howard brought back from Germany.  He had been with the first troops into Berlin and I believe the gun had been confiscated.  Anyway, my son, Chris, took his first buck with that 16 gauge, a spike, and then several more before he got his own Remington 810.  Most of them with slugs, at least one with buckshot that I remember.

Dad looks pretty cool wearing that Fedora, cigar, sleeves rolled up.  To this day you will rarely find me in a long-sleeved shirt or even a jacket without my sleeves rolled up.  Must be genetic.