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Raymond poses with his kill. At the End of the Pavement, we ate what we shot. We cooked deer meat every way imaginable from baking roasts with vegetables to frying up the tenderloin.
I got a phone call late one night. It was Phil and a bunch of the guys wanting me to come over and take some pictures.
When I got there, this wild boar was hanging from the rafters. The pictures do not do it justice. It was huge!
I think this was a good excuse for a party. We celebrated everything in life -- from birthdays to successful hunts. Even funerals became events to remember.
Look at the dark colors on this deer. It is brown with red on its head -- a very handsome buck.
Deer have become more gray over the years. I think it is because they have imported them from south Georgia.
These little trout will not be enough to feed one man, much less a crowd. Where are the rest of the fish?
Charles was so proud of this big bass. So were the guys that helped him get it.
Charles can barely hold this fish. I bet it weighted 20 pounds!
Gary helps Charles hold up his big fish. Isn't it a beauty?
These two wild turkeys made for some good eating. Gwen used to make fried turkey nuggets. One time she wrapped the breast in bacon and slathered on mustard sauce. Delicious!
Darrell takes a shot while the wildcat looks on.
This wildcat prefers imported beer,
I caught this little fish in Lake Nottely. I was never much of a fisherman -- I didn't like to handle live bait or clean fish!
This was taken at Russell's house. He had the whole deer mounted because of its unique coloring.
Lisa and Sonya were Joe's cousins and were two of my first friends in Union County.
This catfish weighed 55 pounds and was caught near the dam in Lake Nottely.
Bud always caught loads of fish -- and we ate them.
Mrs. Fox would clean these bass and fry them up with hush puppies. They were delicious.
This was not at the End of the Pavement. We NEVER had rooster fights or dog fights!
I took this picture in Hiawassee at the only rooster fight I ever attended. They tied the sharp, metal spurs on with dental floss. The roosters literally fought for their lives.
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