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The first flush of daylight brought forth a cacophony. Rooster pheasants began cackling. A beaver slapped its tail. Sandhill cranes trilled overhead. Mallards squawked back and forth. Cinnamon and green-wing teal joined the chorus, along with widgeon whistling by. Honkers honked. Blackbirds, both red-wing and yellow, screeched their dissonant car horn calls.
Only one sound was missing.
Dan and I crept away from the river through the rising dawn...
Myths, lies and old wives’ tales loom large in the outdoor pursuits. Here at MeatEater, we’re dedicated to separating facts from bullsh*t, so we created this series to examine suspect yarns. If there’s a belief, rumor or long-held assumption you’d like us to fact check, drop us a note at email@example.com.
An observant hunter can identify deer sex by studying droppings. Large piles of soft scat are made by bucks, and small piles...
Corpus Christi Bay is tequila clear and cellophane slick this morning.
When my kayak slipped over the oyster bed a moment ago, a thousand calcium and carbon blades scratched the hull and scraped off any boats on my tail. Now I stand up in the sit-in kayak, invert my paddle, and pull a camo sock-hat over the yellow blade. I push myself slowly through the skinny water, still-hunting.
A grumpy aghh, aghh snatches my eyes to a trio of white ibis...