Author: Pat Shealy

Just the other day, about 57 years ago, in a black-water swamp wilderness deep in the Old South near Yemassee and Pocotaligo and not far from the Coosawhatchie River and right beside a dike built by slaves’ hands created to hold in the water that gave life to giant fields of rice 250 years previously, […]

An Easterner’s First Elk  Just the other day, about 45 years ago, we decided we wanted to experience a trip out west to hunt big game.  As it turned out, we really didn’t know what we were doing.  Between the two of us we had killed 4 or 5 whitetails here in South Carolina.  I […]