Dispatches

A Father's Tale

My grandfather was a WWII hero that had a bag full of jokes, a handsome smile, and a reputation for making friends with farmers. He was known to knock on little farm house doors and with a polite c...

The Bird Man Prophecies | 50 Words or Less | Vol. 1

  The Dog snores from under the desk, part of which is covered by the vice and the detritus of it’s accomplices. Sunscreen has reclaimed its spot in the center console and the rod tube lolls back ...

FPM: A Dove Letter to Opening Day

It's been a mighty hot wait for your date to appear on my calendar but it's almost here. I have cleaned my bucket of mulch and fish scales in preparation for ice and feathers. The rotating seat now...

Front Porch Musings: One Quail of a Day

A life in the Carolina piedmont can lend to  an unconscious sense of the borderline, abruptly pronouncing itself in the asphalt of  backroads, the trees, the terroir: a different Southern accent. ...

Front Porch Musings: David Coggins, The Optimist

Michael Perry | Assistant Shopkeeper, Fly & Field Ice and snow in the Carolinas has many of us wishing for the budding Spring, which if you were unaware is the gem of the fly fishing season thr...

Eye Candy: The Last Hunt

Reposted from Red Clay Soul This was one of those days. Some hunting buddies, who also happen to be dear friends, closed out the quail season at an undisclosed location in upstate South Carolina la...

Calling Mr. Bobwhite

The Fall and Hopeful Rise of the Bobwhite Quail During my years as the proprietor of The Sporting Gent, I’ve heard countless stories of customer’s kin, reaching back generations, hunting for...

A Lament for the Dove Shoot

By Will Kelly For those of us with children, the last days of summer are marked with spirited anxiousness. Anticipation of school juxtaposes to the lingering dog days of August heat.  We are haunt...

Off-Season Gun Care by Red Clay Soul

And here we are…all that’s left is turkey season. After that, there are no traditional hunting seasons until Labor Day, when we’ll all be anxiously firing at the fast flying dove. Before you put y...

Front Porch Musings: Take Your Boy Hunting

"TAKE YOUR BOY HUNTIN’, OR FOREVER BE HUNTING YOUR BOY.” That is how a bumpersticker read that I saw on the tailgate of someone’s rusty pickup in the high school parking lot. It resonated to me at...