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Dick's Sporting Goods
(901) 737-2216
7766 Polo Grounds Blvd
Memphis, TN
 
Sports Authority
(662) 536-2313
Southaven Towne Center, 225 Goodman Road West
Southaven, MS
Services
Golf Day Shop, Golf Hitting Cage, Golf Trade-In Program, Delivery & Assembly
Hours
Monday - Saturday: 9:00am - 9:30pm
Sunday: 10:00am - 8:00pm
Holiday hours may vary.

Rikard & Sons Inc
(870) 735-2141
203 North Walker Avenue
West Memphis, AR
 
Sports Authority
(901) 850-9384
10337 E. Shelby Drive
Collierville, TN
Services
Golf Simulator, Golf Trade-In Program, Hunting and Fishing Licenses, Delivery & Assembly
Hours
Monday - Saturday: 9:00am - 9:30pm
Sunday: 10:00am - 8:00pm
Holiday hours may vary.

Sports Authority The
(662) 536-2313
225 Goodman Rd W
Southaven, MS
 
Dick's Sporting Goods
(901) 386-5302
2393 N. Germantown Pkwy
Cordova, TN
 
Sports Authority
5895 Poplar Ave
Memphis, TN
 
Bass Pro Sports
(901) 213-5800
6140 Macon Rd
Memphis, TN
Hours
Mon - Sat 9:00 AM - 10:00 PMSun 10:00 AM - 7:00 PM

Sports Authority
(901) 373-2501
Wolf Creek Center, 2751 Wolf Creek Parkway
Memphis, TN
Services
Golf Day Shop, Golf Hitting Cage, Golf Trade-In Program, Delivery & Assembly
Hours
Monday - Saturday: 9:00am - 9:30pm
Sunday: 10:00am - 8:00pm
Holiday hours may vary.

Dabbs Gun & Pawn Shop
(662) 393-6498
7957 Highway 51 N
Southaven, MS
 

Hunt the "Edges" for Deer

Author: 
Jim Boyd

The massive buck eases up through holly, elm, gum, bay and oak trees. He skirts a dense tangle of trees and a blown down white oak, ever so slowly. At 6.5 years old, he is one of the monarchs in the forest.

Normally secretive and entirely nocturnal, these shortening days find him still roaming in spite of the coming daylight.

A light dusting of frost lies on the ground, the first of the year, and acorns crunch underfoot, but hunger is not on his mind.

Romance is, however.

The cold weather is like a spark plug to him – he is keyed up and very alert…

Not quite yet daylight, he stops below the crest of the hill, allowing the slightest of wind currents to come gently to him. Using the incredible power of his nose, he is searching for what he must find – a receptive doe… while he must remain aware of any foes that may be in the area. He knows that a fight can erupt at any moment this time of the year and he is entirely unafraid – but still wants to know of other bucks in the area.

He knows where his pawed areas are and he will check them.

Soon. 

Moments pass and only the faintest aroma of male comes to his nose… nothing to indicate a receptive female.

Scanning left and right, he is also very aware of an increased human presence in the woods and constantly searches for that scent, as well.

Moving upwards, toward the crest of the hill he stops and rakes his antlers, slowly but with tremendous force, on a 5” cedar that he has used a signpost for the last three years. Shredded bark falls as he grinds the tree. The trunk of the tree is twisted and gnarly looking from years of abuse. 

The black darkness that was pure night a moment ago has begun to fade to shades of gun metal grey… but still he stands, listening and checking the wind currents…

Finding no news on the now freshening breeze, he steps fully into the old logging road. The road separates the planted pines on the top of the hill from the old hardwood growth as the land falls down toward the creek. 

Scrapes dot the road for many yards in both directions under the overhanging oak limbs. Some of the scrapes are 48” in diameter and 4-5” deep and many reek of fresh urine and feces. The licking branches are laced with male buck smell.

Completely shredded pine trees also line the area, some bent over and destroyed by the aggressive bucks in the area.

This is a deer intersection, where trails all converge. It is the equivalent of where Main meets First Street in Anytown, USA… It is a gathering place for does and bucks alike… even more so during the rut – as the scrapes and tree rubs all indicate.

The buck moves forward to the deepest of the scrapes and begins the process of raking deeply into the dirt and then raising up on his hind legs to gain the higher of the licking branches, biting and chewing to leave the most scent possible. He knows many bucks and does visit the area and wants to take full advantage of this – by leaving his “prese...

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