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This week’s column will venture into a different direction than normal as I intend to give some wisdom from the Woods that gets away from hunting and fishing. How about flower growing? Our house is at the end of a private lane off Butler Co. Road 415 and there is timber lining the driveway all the way to the house. When visitors approach the driveway, they see a sign that lists some of the items available from Maggie’s Farm & Hatchery. Maggie is our great-granddaughter and approaching her third birthday. Their house is less than 100 yds. from ours and that little rascal routinely visits us with her dogs in tow. When we moved out here in 1979, there was

When the subject of stream fishing pops up, there are lots of trips that come to mind.  Probably the most interesting is one I took with co-worker Al Looper, years ago on upper Black River.  What a mistake it was.  Al insisted on taking the trip with his 14ft. Lone Star.  We were going to fish an area that I was not really familiar with, Mill Springs to Williamsville. I could vaguely remember being on that stretch of water with my brother Richard one time and didn’t remember too much about the river as I did most of the paddling.  We had taken two vehicles and left my station wagon at the take-out point and were going to drive back

Paul Woods on the back of his truck with rabbits from a hunt with Leroy Romine. One of the pictured swamp rabbits was used for a display at the Poplar Bluff Museum. With fall comes the exodus of the hummingbirds. There are still a few of the little rascals around our feeders. My wife had 19 feeders in use at one time this summer and had to refill almost every one daily. When the first bit of cold weather hit our area a few weeks ago, a lot of the birds disappeared. We took about a dozen feeders down. This week the weather got warm and lots of the birds reappeared. They were probably the ones traveling through on their way

Richard Woods, one Inman Brother, the gar with Charlie Woods (dad) hand on the gar, Columbus Clark in the background, and the other Inman brother. My dad was six feet tall. The scales on the gar were larger than a half-dollar. The famous alligator gar story all started one afternoon after my dad got home from work. There were several boys swimming in the “ole swimming hole” across the river from our house on North Riverview on the East Side of Poplar Bluff. All at once some cussing broke out loud enough for dad to hear. He hollered across the river for them not to use that kind of language and was promptly informed by a young voice, “If you

With the approach of the fall hunting seasons, the weather has done a good thing for anyone who enjoys outdoor activity.  There are plenty of hunting seasons open and more to open in the near future. In our neighborhood there are some hunters who chose not to wait for the legal seasons and bag their deer before season.  Some just take the choice cuts from a deer and leave the rest for coyotes, while others just leave a carcass where it lies and drive away. Two game wardens to take care of the enforcement of the hunting laws are not enough to enforce the conservation laws in any county in the state. We had a case in the neighborhood early