GLS
Classic Southern Gentleman
Finally got access yesterday to some spots that I wasn't able to get to the last couple of weeks. One area had not been fruitful the last two seasons because of burns in the area. I cruised the road bordering it for a mile or so and from the driver's side window, saw an orange spot in the woods about 35 yards in. Yep, a big chant, the size of softball. Around it were enough to gather and call it quits for the day. They were gritty as the Dickens due to flushing from out of sandy soil with a lot of splatter from the rain. The big one is on the photo's left. Some were past prime, but suitable for an Alfredo pasta last night. Gil