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FEATURED ARTICLES
The Art of Nature
Charlie Tefft’s Pottery Journey
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Peacock Bass on the Fly
Brian Smith fishes the Amazon River for Peacock Bass
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Five Southern Fabrics for Spring
These five fabrics with Southern Roots are Perfect for Summer! Pg.26
Southern Roots
Pintail Point
Artist Spotlight
Bookshelf : Big Two-Harted River
100th Anniversary
Southern Fabrics for Summer
The Shoals Queens: Botanical Royalty
The Reasons behind the High Dove Limits
Peacock Bass on the Fly Once in a Lifetime Dove Hunt
Bald Head Island
Crown BBQ
Tabby Cement
Tasting Notes
Contributors
Colonel Theodore Roosevelt and Colonel Rondon with bush deer— one of the few still moments in an expedition that nearly claimed Roosevelt’s life. His 1913 South American adventure down the uncharted Rio da Dúvida (River of Doubt) pushed him to the edge, battling illness, injury, and the unforgiving jungle. A man forged in the wild, tested by the unknown. More on page 86
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Wildly Refined
Michael Maynor
is a proud native of North Carolina with a deep love for the sporting lifestyle and everything Southern. His book collection seems to grow endlessly, and He has a particular fondness for collecting vintage duck decoys. Despite appearing content, his heart longs to return to Africa for another safari adventure. John 3:16. @feathersandwhiskey
LeAnne Carey
is a journalist and writer known for meticulously reporting literary non-fiction. She uses a creative approach to documenting southern lifestyles, regional interests, outdoors recreation and gear, local proprietors, and travel. She lives in Alaska.
is a passionate outdoorswoman and Pre-Med student at UNC Pembroke. She was introduced to hunting by her father at age two and raised in a family that values nature, conservation, and horses. Her outdoor experiences have shaped her resilience and compassion, qualities she brings to her academic journey and future in medicine.
is a native North Carolinian who enjoys cooking, butchery, and is passionate about all things BBQ. He straddles two worlds as an IT professional and a farmer who loves heritage livestock and heirloom vegetables. His perfect day would be hunting deer, dove, or ducks then babysitting his smoker while watching the sunset over the blackwater of Lake Waccamaw.
CONTRIBUTORS
Camree Cummings
Robbie Perdue
SPRING 2025
Marcelo Sodiro
is a pioneer in South American hunting and cofounder of South American Adventure Safaris (SAAS), established with his father in 1988. He has guided thousands of international hunters across Argentina and beyond, becoming a leading expert in wingshooting and big game hunting throughout South America.
Tom Poland
is a writer focused on the South—its people, culture, and natural features. A Georgia native and University of Georgia graduate, he gives talks across Georgia and the Carolinas. He lives in Columbia, South Carolina, and was awarded the Order of the Palmetto for his exceptional contributions to South Carolina.
Brian Smith
is an avid outdoorsman passionate about fly fishing, wing shooting, Safari hunting, and equestrian activities. He lives with his wife Gretchen in Alabama, and together they enjoy spending time with their horses and sporting dogs on trails, rivers, and in the sporting field. To read more of Brians adventures, you can follow him on Instagram @ bohemianadventure
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FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK
Awakening the Spirit of Adventure – The Spring Issue
Spring awakens the world with a promise—a time of renewal, of journeys both near and far, of stories waiting to be told. As the days grow longer and the land shakes off winter’s hold, we at Feathers & Whiskey find ourselves drawn, once again, to the spirit of adventure and the rich traditions that shape our world.
In this issue, we cast lines deep into the Amazon in pursuit of the fierce peacock bass, follow a North Carolina hunter on a once-in-a-lifetime dove hunt in Argentina, and gather tales from the farthest reaches of the Southern Hemisphere— Tales from the Deep, Deep South. Yet, adventure isn’t always found in distant lands. Sometimes, it’s in the salt air of Bald Head Island or in the hands of a potter shaping North Carolina’s clay into something timeless. It’s in the smoky aroma of Texas-inspired barbecue finding a home in Calabash, and in the vibrant textures of Southern fabrics, perfect for the season ahead.
Our cover—Denali, standing bold and unyielding—reminds us that the world is vast, wild, and waiting. Whether you seek the rush of new frontiers or the comfort of familiar traditions, we hope these pages spark something in you.
Welcome to Feathers & Whiskey. Wildly Refined.
Michael Maynor Editor-in-Chief
Pintail Point
The Art of Nature
Charlie Tefft’s Pottery Journey
Story By Michael Maynor
A Dog, A Rabbit, and a Sketch
When Charlie married his wife, their union brought together more than just two people—it also combined his loyal dog with her beloved black rabbit. The two animals formed an unlikely but inseparable bond, their playful interactions capturing Charlie’s imagination. One day, he decided to sketch the rabbit’s likeness onto a pot.That simple act would set him on a path toward integrating the natural world into his work. At first, the results were raw and undefined, with heavy ash glaze running down the pottery like a river, partially obscuring the rabbits. It was a learning process. “It’s been a long 10 to 12-year process of figuring out how much glaze and how much decorating material to use,” Charlie reflects. Each attempt brought him closer to a balance between texture, form, and subject—slowly refining his style, one pot at a time.
The Wrens in the Rafters
As Charlie built his first studio, nature found a way to make its mark once again. Each spring, wrens would nest in the eaves of the rafters, their presence becoming a familiar rhythm in his workspace. They weren’t just visitors. As Charlie worked at his wheel, the tiny birds would swoop down from their nests, perching nearby and calling out to him.
Though subtle, their presence made an impression—another layer of the natural world embedding itself into his creative process. It wasn’t a conscious decision at first, but before long, the influence of those wrens began to appear in his work, just as the rabbit had years before.
BBQ Ash and the Evolution of Glaze
The rabbit and the wrens made sense in Charlie’s pottery, but another element—barbecue ash— was an unexpected addition to his journey. While living in Atlanta, Charlie relied on wood ash for his glaze, but with few wood-burning stoves around, he had to get creative. He found a source in local barbecue restaurants, collecting their ash for his pottery. Unbeknownst to him, the ash contained tiny flecks of iron from the grill grates. When fired in the kiln, these iron deposits erupted
“It’s been a long 10 to 12-year process of figuring out how much glaze and how much decorating material to use,”- Charlie Tefft.
into speckles of brown across the surface of his pots—an effect that wasn’t part of his original plan. At first, Charlie didn’t like it. The unpredictable brown spots didn’t match the aesthetic he envisioned. But when he later moved to Greensboro, North Carolina, and switched to fireplace ash—which lacked the iron—he found himself missing the texture it created. That longing led to experimentation, and ultimately, a discovery: the feathering effect that would become a signature of his work.
The Turning Point: Painting Wildlife in Detail
Charlie’s journey took another turn while teaching at Guilford College, where a student made an observation that changed his approach:
“The pots where you paint are the ones that really stand out.”
At the time, Charlie avoided painting on pottery too much—it was too timeconsuming, and he didn’t think it was sustainable. Instead, he had relied on washes of brown to suggest animals rather than fully illustrating them.
But that feedback lingered. Over time, he started to rethink his process. Instead of simply adding a wash, he leaned into the detail—carefully painting each rabbit, each bird, each feather. The part he once resisted is now the part he loves the most. Though he still enjoys throwing pots and working with clay, it’s the process of bringing animals to life on the surface of his work that keeps him up late into the night, perfecting every line of fur, every delicate wing
The Wild in the Clay
Looking at Charlie Tefft’s pottery today, it’s clear that nature has shaped not only his aesthetic but his artistic philosophy. The rabbit, the dog, the wrens, the ash—each element has played a role in his journey, guiding him toward an expression that is unmistakably his own.
What started as a single sketch of a rabbit has become a lifelong conversation with the wild, one that continues to unfold with every pot he creates.I stumbled across Charlie’s work by accident through an Instagram suggestion, and as I browsed his pottery, I fell in love with the way he captured the beauty of the natural world.
I’ve always appreciated North Carolina pottery, wanting to fill my home with items that hold meaning—pieces with soul, not something just bought off a shelf.The fox is the unofficial mascot of my home, so I was thrilled to see them featured on his trays, vases, mugs, and more. I selected a tray with a walking fox, and near Christmas, I also picked out a bluebird plate for my mama, who adores bluebirds.When the package arrived, I wasn’t prepared for just how stunning the fox
tray would be. The colors popped, the fox was beautifully depicted, and what I loved most was its versatility—it could be displayed on a wall, sit beautifully on a table, or even be used functionally and washed (though, let’s be honest, I won’t ever actually use it—just admire it).
Mama loved her bluebird plate, and today, it’s proudly displayed in my parents’ home—a reminder of how pottery, like Charlie’s, can bring the natural world into our spaces in a meaningful way.
Charlie Tefft’s work is more than just pottery. It’s a connection—to heritage, to nature, and to the stories we choose to bring into our homes. F&W
To explore the work of Charlie Tefft you can visit his site at ctpottery.com
100 Years Ernest Hemingway’s Classic Big Two-Hearted River
Alandmark of American literature, Ernest Hemingway’s “Big Two-Hearted River” turns 100 in 2025, and to mark the occasion, a stunning new centennial edition has been released. This special edition is beautifully illustrated by master engraver Chris Wormell and features an insightful foreword by John N. Maclean.
Often hailed as “the finest story of the outdoors in American literature” (Sports Illustrated), “Big Two-Hearted River” follows returning veteran Nick Adams on a solo fishing trip through Michigan’s rugged Upper Peninsula. A century after its first appearance in “In Our Time”, the story continues to captivate readers with its evocative prose, pioneering Hemingway’s signature style—sharp sentences, strong nouns and verbs, and the legendary ‘iceberg theory’ of writing.
In the foreword, Maclean reflects on the story’s lasting influence, noting how it not only shaped modern literature but also inspired generations of writers to see fly fishing as an artform in itself. This centennial edition is a must-have for Hemingway enthusiasts, literature lovers, and those who cherish the great outdoors.
Available now from Harper Collins Publishers
Adapted from the publisher’s description. Credit to John N. Maclean for excerpts from the foreword.
Five Southern Fabrics That Say Summer in Every Thread!
Summer in the South is a time of beauty, tradition, and unique style. As the temperatures rise and the days grow longer, our wardrobes reflect the vibrant spirit of the season. Southern fabrics, with their rich history and timeless appeal, have long been associated with warm-weather fashion. From breezy cotton to elegant linen, these fabrics embody the very essence of summer in the South. In this article, we will explore five classic southern fabrics that say summer in every thread.
Story By Robbie Perdue
Cotton: The Fabric of the South
Cotton is the cornerstone of southern fashion, beloved for its versatility and comfort. In the sweltering heat, nothing feels as soothing against the skin as a lightweight cotton garment. From soft t-shirts to flowing sundresses, cotton is the go-to fabric for keeping cool in the summer months. It also boasts a wide array of patterns and prints, ranging from delicate florals to bold gingham checks. Whether it’s a picnic in the park or an evening soiree, cotton is the perfect choice for any summer occasion.
Photo by Kent Wang
Seersucker: Classic Southern Charm
Seersucker, with its distinctive puckered texture, is synonymous with southern style. This lightweight fabric, traditionally made with cotton, is known for its breathability and preppy elegance. Seersucker suits have long been a staple of southern gentlemen, evoking images of relaxed summer days and genteel gatherings. However, seersucker is not limited to menswear alone. From skirts to blouses, seersucker adds a touch of classic southern charm to any ensemble.
Linen, a fabric made from the fibers of the flax plant, is renowned for its coolness and sophistication. With its natural breathability and graceful drape, linen garments exude effortless elegance. Whether it’s a flowing maxi dress or a crisp button-down shirt, linen is a favorite choice for southern women seeking refined summer style. Linen also develops a beautiful, lived-in look with wear, adding to its allure as a summer fabric that tells a story.
Linen: Effortless Elegance
Chambray: Denim’s Lighter Cousin
Chambray, often referred to as denim’s lighter cousin, is a versatile fabric that transitions seamlessly from casual to dressy. With its soft, woven texture and denim-like appearance, chambray offers a laid-back yet refined aesthetic. Southern summers are made for easy, carefree style, and chambray perfectly captures this spirit. Whether it’s a button-down shirt paired with white jeans or a breezy chambray sundress, this fabric is a must-have for the season.
Madras: Colorful Allure
Madras fabric, with its vibrant plaids and vivid colors, encapsulates the carefree spirit of summer. Originating from the region of Madras in India, this lightweight cotton fabric is associated with preppy style and coastal living. Madras shirts, shorts, and skirts are prized possessions in southern closets, as they effortlessly embody the laid-back charm of the region. With their colorful allure, Madras garments are a sure-fire way to inject a dose of summer into any outfit!
Southern fabrics have a unique ability to capture the essence of summer in every thread. Whether it’s the versatility of cotton, the charm of seersucker, or the elegance of linen, these fabrics embody the spirit of the South during the warm months. Chambray and Madras add their own unique flair to the southern summer wardrobe, be it through their relaxed appeal or their vibrant hues. So, embrace the tradition and beauty of southern fashion this season and let these fabrics speak for themselves as you enjoy the long, sun-drenched days of summer in the South. F&W
THE SHOALS QUEENS, BOTANICAL ROYALTY
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Approach with reverence and listen. Faint at first, you’ll hear Earth’s finest white noise. Water whispers, water murmurs as it purls, froths, and foams against bedrock. Milky-white filigrees twist and braid, a sound that begets inner peace as no other sound can.
Peering through trees you see rare botanical royalty. Lustrous green scapes topped by snow-white blooms move to swift water, a bobbing, weaving, mesmerizing dance. Accompanied by the sound of unfettered water you behold South Carolina’s most bedazzling display of nature.
The spectacle unfolds each spring in Georgia and Alabama too. Come May-June, white and green accents adorn rivers and creeks studded by brown rocks.
and Photos By Tom Poland
Seeing rocky shoals spider lilies the first time takes your breath away. “I’ve seen little old ladies weep at their first sighting of this plant,” said Dr. Larry Davenport, the plant’s foremost expert. “The lily has become a symbol of the wild and free-flowing places of Central Alabama.” Davenport’s words from Garden & Gun’s May 2019 issue apply to South Carolina and Georgia as well. With so many shoals beneath lakes, this majestic plant has little habitat left.
If you take your grandmother to see the ballerinalike blooms, take tissues. And understand that you are viewing a species devastated by dams, dropping water quality, and development. It should be federally listed as an endangered species.
“Hymenocallis coronaria is exquisite, ephemeral, and periled, in that much of its habitat lies beneath lakes. As the rocky shoals spider lily’s status goes, it’s a national plant of concern.”-Tom Poland
Babylon had hanging gardens and South Carolina has billowing river gardens. You’ll find the world’s largest colony at Landsford Canal State Park in Chester County. One Sunday morning I drove up there. Kayakers darted in and out of majestic clumps, and women oohed and ahed from an observation deck.
See the dancing blooms and enjoy a concert of river song. Green scapes support delicate flowers that bring ballerinas to mind. Dancing flowers upon a stage of rushing water—a performance you’ll not forget.
A magnificent yet difficult to access colony thrives on Stevens Creek in McCormick County. Funding from the South Carolina Conservation Bank and SC Native Plant Society helped Naturaland Trust provide a 13-acre refuge for this stunning colony. Support came from Upper Savannah Land Trust as well.
A survivor from the pre-European landscape, shoals lilies prefer rocky rivers, plummeting
elevation, and clean, free-flowing water. Translation, no dams. When you take in the shoals lilies at Stevens Creek and Landsford Canal you glimpse what the Piedmont looked like before big dams rose like massive granite outcroppings.
A bit elusive, other shoals lilies exist in South Carolina. I’m told a colony exists along the Savannah River Bluffs Heritage Preserve near North Augusta. I hear too that Lockhart in Union County has shoals lilies on the Broad River, and I’ve seen places where people have tried to establish colonies. In Ware Shoals several clumps bring beauty to the Saluda River near Irvin Pitts Memorial Park. You can see another man-assisted occurrence in Columbia where the Broad River approaches the Saluda River east of the I-126 Bridge.
Duplicating nature isn’t easy. Dr. Davenport tried. “Over the years, I’ve been involved in several projects to establish or re-establish lily populations, either by seeds or bulbs. So far I’m batting an embarrassing .000.”
In 1783 William Bartram, the first botanist to observe this species, described it as the “odoriferous Pancratium fluitans which almost alone possesses the little rocky islets.” (Now known as Hymenocallis coronaria) His sighting was at the cataracts of the Savannah River near Augusta, Georgia. Then as now, the plant loves rocks in swift water. Alas, man’s dams did away with many rocky shoals. And now other troubles have arrived. “Two fairly new problems that ‘our’ (Alabama) lilies suffer from is invasive plants— especially elephant-ears or taro—and scouring due to trees uprooted by stream bank collapse,” said Dr. Davenport.
Each spring I make expeditions to the rocky shoals spider lilies in South Carolina and Georgia for a simple reason: they offer photographers, artists, writers, and nature lovers a dream. You lose track of time and worries in the presence of Hymenocallis coronaria, this aquatic,
perennial flowering plant species endemic to the Southeastern United States.
This past spring I visited Stevens Creek three times. The first time, heavy rains had the creek high and heavy with silt. Most lilies hid, submerged. A few days later a good many lilies tossed their beautiful crowns about. My third visit found the creek at normal flow but peak bloom had passed. Even so, beauty aplenty lingered. I waded out and leaned over a pristine bloom to take in its fragrance.
A lemony-sugary perfume rose, subtle but heady. To see shoals lilies is to see butterflies and hummingbirds too.Exquisite and ephemeral, the blooms open at night and last but a day. Long pure white tepals and staminal cup, green bracts, mint green accents, gold stamens, and bright-todark green stigma bring that arachnid moniker into play. I prefer crown, even better, diadem. After all, we’re talking botanical royalty here.
Find shoals lilies and you’ll see man’s attempts to harness water’s power. Uphill from the shoals lilies at Stevens Creek stands an old mill a channel once fed. At Landsford Canal a beautiful stone canal rendered the river commercially navigable from 1820 to 1835.
In Georgia, a splendid colony survives four minutes as the osprey flies from the South Carolina border, and, yes, ospreys haunt the shoals. Long ago men dynamited a channel through its midst so Petersburg boats could get through. That the shoals exist is miraculous. This breathtaking colony beat not one but two dams—Russell and J. Strom Thurmond (Clarks Hill). Maybe you haven’t heard of it but naturalists, botanists, kayakers, and artists have. Writers, too. Anthony Shoals, wild and accessible by land with great difficulty, draws me each spring.
Artist Philip Juras painted Anthony Shoals in oil on canvas and his essay in Bartram’s Living Legacy: Travels and the Nature of the South beautifully describes the setting and its significance. His words apply to Stevens Creek and Landsford Canal
“There is no river scene in the Piedmont of northeast Georgia more stunning than Anthony Shoals on the Broad River. Perhaps there used to be. Perhaps the many great shoals on the Savannah River were just as glorious before they fell silent beneath the waters of the Thurmond, Russell, and Hartwell reservoirs, but I’m not quite old enough to have known any of them. Only the rapids above Augusta, my hometown, still show the beauty of the Savannah before it leaves the Piedmont.
But the wildness of the river there is diminished by the new mansions looking down from the bluffs and the dams parceling out the flow from upstream. I think that’s why I love Anthony Shoals so much. This final stretch of the Broad, as it runs through the Broad River Wildlife Management Area, is the only place in the upper Savannah River watershed where the sound of a wild river still rises from such a wide swath of bedrock.”
Juras described the setting at the time of his splendid painting. “On the evening I captured this view, mountain laurel, snowbells, mock orange, Piedmont rhododendron, and fringe tree were in various states of bloom on the steep slopes next to the river. The main show, however, was being staged on the river itself, where one of the few populations of shoals spiderlilies left in the Savannah watershed was catching the light of the western horizon with glorious full blooms.”
This stunning perennial grows three feet high in direct sunlight. Flowing water carries its seeds and bulbs away and when they land in a rocky crevice, a colony forms—if conditions are right. Man’s dams did away with many of the right conditions, i.e. rocky shoals.
Bartram saw, as you can, elegant white flowers arcing over dense green scapes, their thick clusters festooning rocks. Each plant sends up one to three scapes with as many as six to nine flowers adorning each scape. (The plant’s beauty lures collectors, another reason it’s in danger.)
So, is the rocky shoals spider lily a true lily?
No. These cousins of daffodils grow on similarsounding rivers, the Catawba and Alabama’s Cahaba. Folks in Alabama call it the Cahaba lily; elsewhere it’s the shoal lily. In Georgia, it’s usually called the shoals spider lily. Most botanists and conservationists call it the “rocky shoals spider lily,” a name arising from its preferred habitat: rivers where fast-flowing, oxygen-rich water runs over rocks, i.e. shoals.
Doing my best to follow in Bartram’s steps I explore places where a world exists before dams and electricity changed things. When I find rocky shoals spider lilies, I’ve found such a place. You can too. Late spring, head to Landsford Canal, head to Stevens Creek. Head to daunting Anthony Shoals, if you dare. The flowers won’t last long, so don’t tarry. You’ll come away with memories of a place artist Philip Juras described as a “watershed where the sound of a wild river still rises from such a wide swath of bedrock.” And you’ll never forget the showy, exquisite rocky shoals spider lilies, botanical royalty.
Mark your calendar for an adventure. The flowers are rare and they only bloom a short while. It is, indeed, a transient spectacle. F&W
For those who love the Palmetto State, South Carolina Reflections: A Photographic Journey is a stunning tribute to its natural beauty and cultural richness. This new volume from longtime collaborators Tom Poland and photographer Robert C. Clark showcases 147 vibrant images that span from the mountains to the coast, offering a breathtaking look at South Carolina’s diverse landscapes.
You can purchase the book through the University of South Carolina Press.
Plantation, Jacksonvillie, Florida
The History of “Tabby Cement” Along the South East Coast
As anyone who’s ventured to the charming South East Coast of the United States knows, this uniquely captivating region is not just prized for its charismatic Southern charm, but also for its rich history, spanning several centuries.
While many historical aspects of this inviting region are known and revered, there remain some overlooked, yet equally intriguing, parts of the South’s dynamic past— one such being the legacy of “Tabby Cement”.
Tabby: a word that conjures up thoughts of a certain breed of cats, but on the South East Coast, tabby stands for a significant part of Southern history spanning more than sixteen decades. Exceptionally resilient against the region’s climate and widely
used before the advent of industrial cement, this ocean-derived construction material has left its enduring footprint across the South East Coast.
Developed by Spanish settlers in the 16th Century, tabby cement is an unlikely mix – composed of equal parts water, sand, lime, and oyster shells. Yes, you read that correctly: oyster shells. The abundant mollusk along the Atlantic was not just a culinary centerpiece but a quintessential building block.
The process of creating tabby cement was laborintensive. Lime was produced by burning oyster shells gathered from the ocean-side, a task which required vigilance, as fires needed to maintain a temperature above 1650 degrees. The result was unslaked lime which, when mixed with water, sand, and crushed shells, yielded the final product.
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This unique concoction was poured into wooden molds and left to harden. One can still spot these very molds, now hardened into walls, in numerous historical landmarks dotting the South East Coast. The wholesome irregularity of these tabby walls, displaying a mosaic of shells held together with lime, introduces a touch of antique novelty that is hard to miss. When polished, these walls bear a resemblance to marble, adding an elegantly rustic appeal to this fascinating cement.
Walking through the quaint streets of Beaufort, South Carolina, where tabby construction is still evident, one can spot numerous buildings boasting this unusual construction material. The old Sheldon Church ruins in nearby Yemassee provide an excellent example of tabby architecture, its grandeur immortalized in the form of weather-beaten walls still standing proud.
Fort Frederica in St. Simons Island, Georgia, another edifice of tabby construction, played a critical role in protecting the Southern British colonies. Its low walls, in various stages of decay, offer a silent testament to the resilience of tabby cement.
While visiting Amelia Island, Florida, one cannot miss the tabby ruins of the Harrison Plantation. This plantation house, constructed in the early 19th
Century or earlier, displays a unique mix of a tabby and wooden structure, presenting the evolution of Southern architecture and a testament to resilience against the Atlantic hurricanes.
The presence of tabby architecture across the South East Coast acts as a physical timeline, displaying the progression of building materials and architecture. An embodiment of human resourcefulness, the incorporation of readily available, regional materials into construction exhibits an early commitment to sustainable practices and self-reliance in the South East.
Tabby cement tells a complex Southern story—one of resilience and architecture, but also of slavery and hardship. These coastal structures stand as lasting reminders of the region’s colonial past, shaped by the hands of the enslaved. Look closely, and you’ll see history etched into every rough, enduring surface.
F&W
Photo of Tabby Cement, Courtesy of Farrargirl
BALD HEAD ISLAND
North Carolina
Story By LeAnne Carey
Living in North Carolina my entire life, I am not sure how I spent a lifetime, no more than two hours away from Bald Head Island, and never managed to discover this amazing treasure. It is truly one of North Carolina’s best-kept secrets. It has a look about it that makes you feel you are on an exotic island in the Caribbean….or maybe even The Hamptons, but with charm and beauty that only the south can provide. Well, let’s face it – I am biased to southern hospitality. I have always had a love affair with the coast of North Carolina, but this little gem has deepened that love just a little more.
Growing up in eastern North Carolina, I have heard whispers of Bald Head Island, of how there are no cars on the island and how you must take golf carts and bikes to get around. I always thought this sounded kind of intriguing, but again these were only whispers. I have always thought of Bald Head Island as a private island, only to be discovered by invitation. While this concept is absurd, this is not a place that boasts about itself or markets to tourists in abundance. Once you see the beauty for yourself you will understand why.
I was on a day adventure in Southport, NC (which is an amazing story all on its own) and I decided to see what all the fuss was about in Bald Head Island. I tossed Shadow (my beloved brindle pug) in the car and set off only two miles to the Deep Point Marina. As I pulled up at the Marina, the feel was immediately different – like I had just landed in another place – like I was already on “island time”. Travelers were unloading luggage, bikes, and beach chairs, almost every family with their dog in tow. As I stood on the dock waiting to board the ferry, families were all talking to one another – talking to other families. Children were meeting new friends, asking one another where
they were from, how long they were going to stay, as they planned to meet on the beach once they arrived. Many people came over to pet Shadow, asked me about him, where we were from, and went on to share a little about themselves as well. I felt like I had stepped back in time, before cell phones and wifi, when vacations were a time to bond with family and make new friends!! As I boarded the ferry, I was even more anxious to see what was in store for me at Bald Head Island!
Once on the ferry, everyone was still chatting and enjoying the great company – other than a few teenagers, I didn’t really see anyone with their phones. The family next to me and I talked – they were from the triangle area near Raleigh – about three hours from my home in Emerald Isle. We learned that our sons had played lacrosse against each other this past school year. There must have been a hundred people on the ferry and at least 30 dogs, and for that 20 minutes across the Cape Fear River, it was perfect harmony.
I felt like I was in the middle of a novel and the adventure was about to unfold.
As we approached the island, I immediately noticed how preserved everything seemed! The gorgeous beach homes all appeared to be strategically placed within the trees and the shoreline. It was almost as though they had been there all along, as part of nature. You could see families and friends sitting out on their decks, having drinks by the water, riding bikes, and enjoying the beauty surrounding them.
Once we docked and disembarked the ferry, lines of golf carts were waiting with drivers to load up luggage and families and take them to their homes. If you are just visiting for the day, or want a cart to keep for your stay – there are cart rentals available hourly or weekly. So, Shadow and I hopped on a cart and set off to explore.
The first thing I noticed was the beautiful treelined paths, each taking visitors to another part of the island. Bald Head Island stretches 14 miles of pristine shoreline and maritime forests all able to be explored by golf cart, by bicycle, or on foot!
While you won’t find any shopping malls, chain restaurants, or stop lights – Bald Head Island has no age limit – there are plenty of fun activities for children, families, couples, girl’s weekends, guy’s trips, solo travelers, and seniors throughout the year. During the summer, Bald Head Island Conservancy offers children’s camps that feature arts and crafts, science fun, crabbing, shelling, and learning about the island’s unique ecosystem. The Shoal’s Club offers family fun, volleyball, and bocce ball. Families can also join the Sea Turtle Patrol and search for nesting sea turtles.
Efforts to protect sea turtles on Bald Head Island date back to 1980. Since its founding in 1983, the BHI Conservancy has coordinated and sponsored the Sea Turtle Protection Program, in cooperation with the North Carolina Wildlife Resources Commission and the National Marine Fisheries Service. Bald Head Island has been designated as an “index beach” by NMFS, making their sea turtle nesting activity and protection program nationally recognized.
Want a better view? Climb “Old Baldy”. Old Baldy is the oldest standing lighthouse in North Carolina, recently celebrating 200 years! Built in 1817, the most important purpose of Old Baldy was to mark the Cape Fear River entrance for the maritime sailors. It was originally built of red bricks and covered with stucco. In the early days, the innkeeper would whitewash the lighthouse every two years. The whitewash protected the stucco and when it was deactivated in 1935 large pieces of stucco began to fall off. Occasionally someone would come along and patch the lighthouse with new stucco, however, they did not use the same stucco that was used in 1817.
Today Old Baldy resembles an old patchwork quilt – in 1817 it was completely white.
While some guests may not desire climbing to the top of Old Baldy (it is a workout), they will likely enjoy the Smith Island Museum that takes you back in time, through the history of Bald Head Island. Did you know that Bald Head Island was the home to a British fort and hospital during the Revolutionary War? In the early 1900s visitors came to the island to hunt wild pigs! Take a tour of the island and reminisce of Bald Head Island from its first appearance on maps in the 1500s to the development of the island in the 1980s.
“Old Baldy is the oldest standing lighthouse in North Carolina, celebrating 200 years in 2017!”
Sometimes we need to just get away alone! You can visit the adorable island library, grab a book and curl up in the sea oats or you can relax at the Island Retreat Spa and Salon for a little pampering – take some time for a pedicure, facial, or massage to recharge! The Maritime Market is also a great breakfast place for early risers of all ages – a few local favorites are the seafood omelet and crepes. Grab your gal pal and enjoy a tennis match at the Bald Head
Island Club or meet the fellas at the golf course for a few holes – before taking a bike ride with your Sweetie to dinner and drinks at Mojo’s on the Harbor. Rent a couple of kayaks or a canoe and explore the island view by boat. No doubt about it, everyone can find something to love on Bald Head Island. Even if you keep your schedule open, taking in the stunning scenery will be enough excitement, making it a trip you will never forget. F&W
CROWN BBQ
TEXAS STYLE BBQ IN CALABASH, NORTH CAROLINA
Story By Robbie Perdue
In the heart of Southeast North Carolina, where the scent of the Atlantic mingles with the whispers of ancient pines, a culinary revolution is underway. Crown Barbecue, under the meticulous craftsmanship of Chef Christopher Burke, is redefining the region’s palate with authentic Texas-style barbecue, creating a harmonious blend of Southern tradition and Lone Star audacity.
A Culinary Odyssey
Chef Chris’s journey to the smoker pits of North Carolina is as rich and layered as the flavors he conjures. Hailing from the vibrant culinary landscape of New York City, his formative years were steeped in diverse gastronomic experiences. A graduate of the esteemed Culinary Institute of America, Chef Chris honed his skills in some of New York’s most prestigious kitchens, ascending from Sous Chef to Executive Chef.
His quest for culinary excellence led him to Singapore, where he immersed himself in the complexities of Asian cuisine. The unforeseen events of the COVID-19 pandemic found Chef Chris in Ocean Isle Beach, North Carolina. It was here, amidst the coastal charm and Southern hospitality, that he encountered a traditional Eastern North Carolina barbecue.
This experience ignited a newfound passion for smoked meats, particularly the robust and bold flavors of Texas-style barbecue. Embracing this revelation, Chef Chris dedicated himself to mastering the art of the smoker, focusing on perfecting brisket, ribs, and pulled pork that resonate with authenticity and depth.
The Birth of Crown Barbecue
Established in 2022, Crown Barbecue emerged as a testament to Chef Chris’s dedication and vision. Situated along Highway 130, just outside of Whiteville, NC, the establishment quickly garnered acclaim for its commitment to quality and tradition. The menu, a curated selection of smoked delicacies, reflects a philosophy of “low and slow,” ensuring that each bite is a symphony of texture and taste. Signature offerings include the meticulously smoked brisket, succulent ribs, and pulled pork, all complemented by an in-house barbecue sauce that has become a crowd favorite.
A New Chapter in Calabash
Recognizing the growing demand and appreciation for authentic barbecue, Chef Chris, in collaboration with Calabash resident Rob Glover, announced the relocation of Crown Barbecue to Calabash, near the historic Calabash Marina. This move signifies not just a change of address but an evolution in the Crown Barbecue experience. The new venue, rich in history and coastal allure, offers an ambiance that enhances the culinary journey. Patrons can anticipate an expanded menu featuring specialties like the brisket cheddar jalapeño sausage and the “Texas twinkie,” a bacon-wrapped sausage with a cream cheese filling. The inclusion of local, seasonal vegetables ensures a dining experience that is both rooted in tradition and attuned to contemporary tastes.
A Commitment to Community and Craft
Beyond the delectable offerings, Crown Barbecue is dedicated to fostering a sense of community. The new location at Calabash Point Place is envisioned as more than a restaurant; it’s a gathering spot where stories are shared over hearty meals, and where the rich tapestry of Southern culture is celebrated daily. Chef Chris and his team are committed to preserving the rustic charm of the venue, ensuring that the legacy of the space complements the culinary innovations served.
In a region where culinary traditions run deep, Crown Barbecue stands out by honoring those traditions while infusing them with a bold, Texan flair. It’s a place where the past and present converge over the comforting embrace of smoked meats and the camaraderie of shared meals. As the smoke rises from the pits of Crown Barbecue, so does a new chapter in North Carolina’s rich culinary narrative. F&W Crown Barbecue
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Denali The High One
Towering over the Alaskan wilderness, Denali is a mountain of extremes. As the highest peak in North America, it dominates the skyline and challenges even the most seasoned climbers with its unforgiving terrain and brutal weather. Its name, meaning “The High One” in the Koyukon Athabaskan language, reflects the deep cultural and natural significance it holds. From its towering vertical rise to its reputation as one of the coldest mountains on Earth, Denali is more than just a peak—it’s a legend. Here are five fascinating facts about this awe-inspiring giant.
1.Tallest Mountain in North America – Denali stands at 20,310 feet (6,190 meters), making it the highest peak in North America and one of the Seven Summits (the tallest mountains on each continent).
2. Extreme Weather Conditions – Denali is one of the coldest mountains on Earth, with winter temperatures dropping as low as -75°F (-59°C) and wind chills reaching -118°F (-83°C).
3. A Native Name Restored – Originally named Mount McKinley in 1896, the mountain was officially restored to its original Koyukon Athabaskan name, Denali (meaning “The High One” or “The Tall One”), in 2015 by the U.S. government.
4. Rapid Elevation Gain – Denali has one of the greatest vertical rises in the world. While Mount Everest is taller in absolute height, Denali’s base sits much lower, meaning climbers experience an elevation gain of over 18,000 feet, making it a challenging ascent.
5. A Tougher Climb Than Everest? – Due to its severe weather, high latitude, and lower oxygen levels compared to the Himalayas, many climbers argue that Denali is more difficult to climb than Mount Everest despite being lower in elevation
Southern Social Scene
Events & Excursions
Big Rock
Morehead City, North Carolina
June 6-15, 2025
The Big Rock Blue Marlin Tournament is a legendary sportfishing event that electrifies the Carolina coast. Anglers battle for record-breaking catches and massive prizes, while spectators enjoy thrilling weigh-ins, waterfront festivities, and Southern hospitality. An iconic must-see for fishing enthusiasts! thebigrock.com
Barbecue Festival
Pinehurst, North Carolina
August 29-31,2025
Lake Waccamaw, North Carolina
April 26,2025
Every year, Lake Waccamaw comes alive with Gator Fest, a lively celebration that brings together residents and visitors for a weekend of fun. From craft vendors and live music to exciting games and gator-themed events, Gator Fest is all about community spirit and local pride. It’s the perfect time to experience the heart of Lake Waccamaw. lakewaccamawnc.gov
The fifth annual Pinehurst Barbecue Festival is a Celebration of Taste and Tradition, featuring award-winning Pitmaster Christopher Prieto along with many of North Carolina’s celebrated pitmasters in one of the most picturesque settings in the state.pinehurstbarbecuefestival.com
N. C. Gator Festival
“Vanishing Wildlife” by Whitney Kurlan | One of the striking designs from the 2025 Painted Ponies Art Walk & Auction, a public art installation showcasing life-size fiberglass horses and poines transformed by regional artists to benefit the Carolina Horse Park. Learn more about the park’s mission and events at www.carolinahorsepark.com
BHAWK
BRAD HALLING
AMERICAN WHISKEY KO.
BHAWK Distillery, established by retired Army veterans Brad and Jessica Halling, is a destination steeped in American heritage and bold spirit in Southern Pines, North Carolina. Nestled at the crossroads of Fort Bragg and Pinehurst, this innovative distillery offers premium expressions like Sergeant’s Valor and Madam Colonel—each crafted with robust oak, spice, and nuanced sweetness that honor the legacy of extraordinary service. In this issue’s tasting notes, we spotlight Irene’s Old Fashioned cocktail—a sophisticated twist that marries tradition with a modern mixology flair. Beyond its exceptional spirits, BHAWK also invites you to experience its rich history firsthand through guided tours and an inviting on-site restaurant, ensuring every visit is as memorable as its crafted cocktails.
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IRENE’S OLD FASHIONED
Sergeant’s Valor Bourbon, house blood orange simple bitters, orange twist garnished & BHAWK brandied cherry
A t Red Mule, we believe in the power of the land to sustain, inspire, and connect us. Our brand is dedicated to helping you cultivate a thriving, self-sufficient lifestyle—whether you’re tending a backyard garden, raising livestock, planting fruit trees, managing timber, or creating food plots for wildlife. From seed to harvest, and even into the kitchen, Red Mule is your trusted partner in all things land and farm. With practical advice, innovative tools, and a deep respect for tradition, we’re here to empower you to grow, nurture, and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Welcome to Red Mule, where every step of the journey is rooted in passion and purpose.
SPRING PLANTING 2025
As the first day of spring arrives, the earth awakens with renewed energy, inviting us to dig in and embrace the season of growth. Now is the perfect time to plant your garden and watch it come to life! Whether you’re a seasoned gardener or a beginner, Bell’s Seed Store in Fayetteville, North Carolina—serving gardeners since 1919—has everything you need to get started. From vibrant zinnias and fragrant herbs like basil and rosemary to hearty vegetables like tomatoes, peppers, and leafy greens, Bell’s offers a wide selection of quality seeds and plants. Don’t forget to add a splash of color with cheerful pansies or sunflowers, perfect for the warmer days ahead. Gardening isn’t just about the harvest—it’s a chance to connect with nature, reduce stress, and create a little piece of paradise right in your backyard. So grab your gloves, stop by Bell’s Seed Store, and let’s make this spring the most blooming beautiful one yet!
Introducing the ALL OUT FALL FEAST Premium Wildlife Food Plot Blend—a meticulously crafted seed blend designed to sustain and attract deer throughout the hunting season and beyond
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As you wander the rolling hills and lush fields of the South, you might spot a creature deeply woven into the region’s history—the humble mule. This steadfast animal has played a pivotal role in shaping the South’s social, cultural, and economic identity, leaving a legacy that endures to this day.
The mule’s journey in the South began in the late 1700s with the rise of cotton farming. The demanding labor of cotton fields proved too much for horses, but the mule—a hardy hybrid of a male donkey and a female horse—thrived. Brought from Spain, mules were stronger, longer-lived, and required less care than horses, making them indispensable to Southern farmers.
As cotton flourished, so did the mule’s prominence. Their strength and stamina made them ideal for plowing fields, while their quiet, stubborn nature mirrored the resilience of the Southern spirit. Beyond agriculture, mules became vital during the Civil War, transporting supplies, cannons, and even wounded soldiers across rugged terrain. Confederate General Robert E. Lee was said to have a beloved mule named Lucy Long, a testament to their importance.
After the war, mules helped rebuild the South during Reconstruction, their reliability proving crucial in a time of recovery. However, the advent of the mechanical cotton picker in the mid-20th century marked a decline in their agricultural role. Yet, mules remained a staple on smaller farms and in niche industries, their versatility ensuring they were never fully replaced.
Beyond their labor, mules hold a special place in Southern culture. Festivals like “Mule Day” in Columbia, Tennessee, celebrate their heritage, while folk songs like “Mule Skinner Blues” by Jimmie Rodgers pay tribute to their contributions. In literature, authors like William Faulkner often used mules as symbols of endurance, reflecting the South’s own struggles and resilience.
Today, mules continue to embody the spirit of the South. They serve in niche agriculture, hunting, and even heritage tourism, offering a glimpse into the region’s past. More than just animals, mules are a testament to the South’s enduring character—steadfast, resilient, and unyielding.
As Loretta Lynn once sang, they are the “hard-working red-eye mules of the cotton fields,” a living reminder of the South’s history, identity, and unbreakable spirit.
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TALES FROM THE DEEP, DEEP SOUTH!
SPORTING AND ADVENTURE SOUTH OF THE
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A Dream Dove
Hunt in Argentina
My Once-in-a-Lifetime Adventure at Tucumán Lodge
Istill pinch myself when I think about the incredible trip my dad, mom and I took to Argentina. It was one of those experiences that you never expect to happen—let alone win at a Ducks Unlimited event! Little did we know, this adventure would not only be a once-ina-lifetime hunt but also an unforgettable journey that involved everything from long flights and missed connections to getting lost in the heart of Buenos Aires.
The trip began with the long flight from RDU to EZE Buenos Aires International Airport. I had never flown that far before, so the 11plus hour journey felt like it would never end. The exhaustion of the overnight flight hit me hard, but I was so excited about the adventure ahead that it didn’t matter.
I spent the time reading, napping, and chatting with my Dad and Mom about what to expect once we landed. The excitement was palpable, but so was the tiredness—it felt like we had been traveling forever when we finally landed in Buenos Aires. We had one small hiccup when we reached customs.
The Tucumán Lodge had given us coordinates for our destination, but customs wanted a physical address. After a few confusing backand-forth moments, we realized we were in a bit of a bind. We only had GPS coordinates— no physical location!
Luckily, with some help from a kind airport worker, we managed to sort it out after 45 minutes and many calls to the Agent that booked the lodge, but it definitely added a little extra stress to our arrival. Once we cleared customs, though, we were ready to head to the lodge and get our adventure underway!
Our next hurdle was that our connecting flight was at a different Airport 50 minutes away. My dad had gone online and booked us a driver who was waiting to take us to the other airport. After arriving late at the regional airport, we missed our flight. Fortunately, we caught another one a few hours later, but it cost us our first evening hunt.
Story and Photos By Camree Cummings
We took another flight to Tucumán, and we finally arrived at our destination 4 hours late. The moment we stepped off the plane, it was clear that Argentina’s landscape was something special—endless skies and sprawling fields surrounded us. The Tucumán Lodge was everything we hoped for and more, set against the backdrop of the majestic Andes mountains.
The moment we arrived at Tucumán Lodge, the real adventure began. The lodge itself was beautiful, with rustic charm and a comfortable atmosphere that made us feel at home instantly. The staff was incredibly welcoming, and the guides were experts—each day, we headed out for dove hunts that were nothing short of spectacular. I had heard about Argentina’s world-class wing shooting, but I couldn’t fully appreciate it until I was standing in the field, watching thousands upon thousands of doves fill the sky.
This was a dream of my dads as he had started hunting doves in the fields of North Carolina with his dad when he was four and he would tell us how in the old days you could easily shoot a case of shells but nothing could prepare us for this hunt! The first morning we awoke before daybreak to a chef prepared breakfast that was out of this world, as all the meals were.
After breakfast we boarded a large van to go to the fields but this would be no simple task as that night it had rained and rained for hours only stopping right before our departure. As we were leaving the lodge we got stuck and had to catch a truck back to the Lodge. After about an hour’s delay we rode in trucks a short ride to a feedlot and to my amazement at what I saw it seemed that the ground started moving. The bushes and trees would move as clouds of doves moved from ground to bush to tree as we drove through it. Amazing.
Each day of the hunt was an adrenaline rush. My dad was on fire, shooting nearly 500 doves a hunt —twice a day, in 3 hour hunts! This was even him shooting once at each bird and stopping to set down to watch the birds fly in amazement. I remember trying to keep up, amazed at how fast he could reload and get another shot off.
As for me, I was thrilled when I hit over 150 doves, both morning and afternoon. It felt like the doves were never-ending—every shot, a new challenge, and I loved every minute of it. The rhythm of the hunt, the camaraderie with the other hunters, and the sheer beauty of the landscape made it unforgettable. My dad agreed that the biggest challenge was picking a single bird to shoot at as it seemed that at times the sky was filled with birds coming and not just in waves but continually. It was nothing to shoot 20 boxes a hunt and if you really wanted to you could shoot twice that amount.
Talking with my dad he explained the difference between the doves in the US and South America. They are doves but a different species. They are about 9/10s the size of an American or equal to a young first year bird. They breed 4 times a year!!! They fly and look just like American birds but are very dumb. They don’t learn like American birds and are not high flyers, making a 20 Ga perfect gun to use as a 12 is too big. We used Benelli 20 Ga shotguns that we rented from the Lodge at an additional expense as it is easier to rent then try to import a firearm into the country. These shotguns all performed like a dream! I was concerned that we were harming the bird population there but after I learned how they breed, and that nothing hunts them in addition after witnessing them at the feedlot as we were driving in it put me in the mind of grasshoppers in a tall grass field when you drive through it. I realized they must be hunted like this or the crops would be destroyed.
But beyond the hunt, what I loved the most was being there with my dad. It wasn’t just the doves we were after—it was the experience, the memories we made together in a place that felt completely new and different from anything we had known. The long days in the field and the stories shared after each hunt are something I will treasure forever.
The staff at Tucumán Lodge made everything easy. They took care of all the details, from making sure we were comfortable between hunts to providing delicious meals after a day of shooting. After each hunt, we’d sit down to incredible Argentine cuisine, where the food just seemed to get better
every time. After lunch we would retire to our rooms for a siesta then that afternoon we would do it again. The hospitality was second to none, and I felt like part of the family by the end of our stay. After the hunt we had just enough time to explore Buenos Aires for a short time and let me tell you that is an adventute all on its own!
The city was vibrant, buzzing with life. 20 million people call Buenos Aires home, and it was unlike anything I’d seen back home. We wandered through the streets, trying to take in the sights, but quickly realized how challenging it was to get around. With the language barrier, we struggled to communicate with our Uber driver.
My dad only spoke a little Spanish and my mother and I didn’t speak any. Our driver didn’t understand our English, which made things even trickier. We had a good laugh (and some frustration) as we tried to explain where we wanted to go. Somehow, we eventually made it to a café for a much-needed break and tried some local Argentine coffee, which was strong and rich, unlike anything we’d had before.
The food in Buenos Aires was incredible, though. From the thick, juicy steaks to the perfectly seasoned empanadas, every meal felt like a culinary masterpiece. I think my dad and I could have stayed in the city just for the food alone. But after a brief taste of city life, we were both ready to hit the road and get home!
Looking back on this trip, I realize just how special it was. From the adventure of navigating Buenos Aires to the thrill of shooting doves in Argentina’s wide-open fields, every part of the journey exceeded expectations. It was a true once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I’m so grateful to have shared it with my dad. Tucumán Lodge, with its incredible hunts and stunning surroundings, is now a place I will never forget. And yes, I’m already dreaming of going back one day.F&W
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Argentina’s Dove Issue and the Role of Hunting as a Solution
Exploring the impact of Eared Dove overpopulation and how hunting has emerged as a sustainable solution.
Story By Marcelo Sodiro
The beautiful country of Argentina is famous for different things, from culture to beauty. Right at the top of that list are Argentina’s agricultural landscapes, which are known for their vast fields of corn, sunflower, and sorghum. While these vast fields provide sustenance and beauty for the residents of Argentina, they have faced a threat from the same enemy for decades:
The Eared Dove.
While these birds are, in fact, native to the region, their numbers over the past several decades have surged to unprecedented, unmanageable levels, which has been threatening farmers’ livelihoods and the country’s food production every single year.
Estimates suggest that Eared Doves are responsible for up to 30% of Argentina’s grain crop losses every year, which has led to significant economic and logistical challenges. Because of this, we’ve decided to jump into the causes of the dove population explosion, the economic and ecological impacts, and how hunting has been the answer to the dove plague in Argentina.
The Dove Population Explosion in Argentina
Before getting into dove hunting in Argentina, we must first take a nice, long look at why exactly the dove population in Argentina has exploded the way they have.
The overpopulation of Eared Doves in Argentina is the result of several interwoven factors.
First and foremost, the Eared Dove’s reproductive cycles are incredibly prolific, with these birds capable of producing up to five broods per year. This extremely rapid breeding is then further bolstered by Argentina’s favorable and essentially perfect climate, which provides a consistent habitat for doves to thrive and reproduce.
Agricultural expansion has also played what you could consider a pivotal role in sustaining the dove population. Where the dove could always reproduce at the rate they do, they never had the sheer volume of food they do now. The widespread cultivation of grains such as sorghum
and sunflower has essentially provided an endless food supply for the dove flocks, eliminating the need for any type of seasonal migration.
On top of that, the reduction of natural predators due to habitat loss and changes in land use has left doves with few checks and balances when it comes to their population growth.
As one might imagine, this drastic increase in dove populations over the last several decades has had a huge effect on those running the farms for which the doves rely on as food sources.
As a result, the economic toll on farmers is staggering.
Popular Argentinian crops like corn, sunflower, and sorghum are particularly vulnerable to dove predation. Farmers report significant yield losses, with some areas experiencing, as we mentioned, up to 30% reductions in overall harvests.
While 30% may seem somewhat manageable, you have to account for losses of crops for other reasons as well, all compounded by the increased costs of managing dove damage, including the implementation of deterrents, replanting damaged crops, and hiring additional labor.
For many small-scale farmers, these financial pressures are quite serious and threaten their economic viability. While larger operations are a little better off, they too must still account for elevated operational expenses.
The ripple effects of these losses extend beyond individual farmers, affecting Argentina’s overall agricultural output and export potential.
As a major grain producer, the country relies heavily on its farmlands to support its economy.
The unchecked dove population has been and continues to pose a direct threat to this vital industry.
Why Traditional Pest Control Fails with Doves
Many hunting skeptics might bring up the idea that there are other, more conscious methods of population control among Argentina’s dove populations.
While, yes, there are techniques that have worked elsewhere, the truth of the matter is that none of the conventional methods would work as well to deter the dove populations other than hunting.
As we hinted towards, traditional pest control methods have proven ineffective in managing the overwhelming number of doves in Argentina.
First off, chemical solutions like pesticides are designed for insects and other small pests, not birds. Furthermore, the widespread use of these types of chemicals poses significant health and environmental risks to both humans and animals, making them an unsuitable and unreasonable option for large-scale application.
Next up on the list are physical barriers, such as netting, which are equally as impractical. Covering vast agricultural fields with nets is both a logistical nightmare and impossibility, as well as being prohibitively expensive.
Moreover, Eared Doves are highly adaptable and clever, and can quickly find ways around these man-made deterrents. These limitations necessitate alternative, scalable solutions, like hunting.
Hunting as a Practical Solution to Dove Overpopulation
Now that we’ve cleared up the air regarding possible population control alternatives, we can now get into the one real solution that has been making an actual difference.
Wingshooting.
Over the past several years, hunting has emerged as both a practical and effective method for controlling Argentina’s dove population problem. Recognizing the severity of the issue, the
government has implemented legal frameworks that allow for year-round dove hunting in regions like Córdoba. These regulations are designed to specifically target high-density areas where the damage from dove populations is most severe.
Local hunting businesses have also stepped in to support these efforts, offering organized hunting trips that also align with sustainable farming practices.
Operations such as these not only help to control the rampant dove populations but also contribute to the local economy through the attraction of international hunters to the area where they spend money and bolster the economy.
Dove hunting in Argentina has become a staple, significant economic driver in regions like Córdoba and La Pampa.
The influx of international hunters seeking highvolume shooting opportunities has transformed hunting into a year-round tourism industry for the South American country. Local economies all benefit from the revenue generated through hunting permits, lodging, equipment rentals,and guided tours.
The hospitality industry in these areas has also flourished as a result, with hotels, restaurants, and outfitters catering to the needs of these visiting hunters. This symbiotic relationship between hunting tourism and agricultural pest control provides a dual benefit: reducing crop damage while boosting regional incomes.
While dove hunting does offer a more practical solution, it is just as essential to approach it with ecological sensitivity and awareness.
High-volume hunting has the potential to disrupt local ecosystems if not managed properly. To mitigate risks such as these, many hunting companies and outfits adhere to strict regulations, including hunting quotas and population monitoring.
These measures allow operations such as these to not only ensure that dove populations remain sustainable and that overhunting does not create ecological imbalances, but that they also have plenty of dove for when hunters do come for some high-volume dove shooting.
Efforts to balance pest control with biodiversity preservation are ongoing, and will likely continue to adapt as the years come and go. Regular research and data collection help inform adaptive management strategies, ensuring that dove hunting remains a viable and responsible solution to the overpopulation problem.
Practical Guide for Hunters in Argentina
While, yes, one can presume that a hunter taking the time and spending the money to travel to Argentina for a dove hunt might have a pretty strong grasp on what they are doing, we felt it prudent to break down some of the best practices and what a hunter might expect on a wingshooting excursion to Argentina.
For those planning on participating in Argentina’s world of dove hunting at some point in the coming year, preparation is obviously going to be key.
High-volume wingshooting requires a variety of specialized equipment, including lightweight shotguns designed for extended use and durable gear to withstand long days in the field. This might be drastically different than what someone might have experienced on a North Carolina dove hunt.
Safety protocols are also paramount, with hunters advised to follow firearm safety guidelines and work with experienced guides to navigate the complexities of Argentina’s hunting regulations. Engaging with organized hunting trips and guides is also a good idea, as it not only enhances safety but also allows the hunter to make sure they are in 100% compliance with local laws and provides a more thorough, enriching experience.
Trips like these often include logistical support, such as transportation and lodging, making them an excellent option for international visitors who happen to have a little extra coin to spend.
Last Shots
As we have discussed, the overpopulation of Eared Doves in Argentina has presented, and continues to present a complex challenge with significant economic, ecological, and logistical implications.
With all that said, hunting has emerged as the most effective and sustainable method for controlling these dove numbers, providing relief to those farmers affected while adding a new layer of support to local economies through tourism.
However, it is crucial to approach this solution with ecological responsibility, making sure that hunting practices align with long-term biodiversity preservation goals.
By integrating hunting with other sustainable strategies, Argentina can continue to protect its agricultural industry and maintain ecological balance, all while securing a prosperous future for its farmlands and communities. F&W
If you’re interested in experiencing a world-class wingshooting or big game adventure, consider booking your next hunt with South American Adventure Safaris. With decades of experience and access to premier hunting grounds across South America, they offer unforgettable experiences rooted in tradition, expertise, and adventure.
After his 1912 election defeat, Theodore Roosevelt embarked on a treacherous expedition down an uncharted Amazon tributary. Facing deadly rapids, starvation, disease, and violent encounters, Roosevelt and his team endured unimaginable hardships. Candice Millard’s gripping narrative brings this harrowing true story to life, showcasing Roosevelt’s resilience in one of history’s most daring adventures. A must-read for history and adventure lovers alike.
In 1742, two groups of castaways from the wrecked British warship The Wager emerged with conflicting tales—one claiming heroism, the other accusing mutiny. Stranded off Patagonia, the crew descended into chaos, battling starvation, betrayal, and brutal power struggles. David Grann masterfully unravels this gripping true story of survival, deception, and a dramatic court-martial that determined who would hang.
“Beside rivers, we seldom fill our minds with fears of many things that will never be. Here honest, civil, quiet men are free from dread…. Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery element were made for wise men to contemplate and fools to pass by.”
-Isaac Walton
GIANT PEACOCKS ON THE FLY IN THE AMAZON BASIN
Story and Photos By Brian Smith
Ilifted the tip of my 9 weight fly rod and flipped it forward to do a roll cast and straighten out the line; with rod tip pointed at the water, standing in the bow of the boat, I lifted it up again and at the hard stop the line laid out behind me, loaded the rod, and then came forward watching the tight loop stretch out before me, straighten, and then the red and yellow streamer landed on the water right on the edge of a mass of roots and limbs in the back of a pocket of water in flooded timber off of the Xeruini River in Brazil’s Amazon Jungle.
With the fly falling in an acceptable position, I strip sharply once to get the attention of the fish, continuing with a quick, jerky retrieve. A foot from the edge of the structure a fish aggressively takes the fly and turns to the side. I continue the strip with my left hand until I come up tight. Then with the butt of the rod in my hip and the rod tip low, I hit two or three times hard.
The fish is in the air, upside down, then makes a run taking the loose line coiled at my feet with it. I clamp down on the line with my left hand on the cork to stop it from taking more line and getting under the structure to break me off. I am thinking about my knots, hoping I tied them well. I am confident in the 40-pound mono that I had used for the leader if I can just keep him out of the deadfall in the water. Mo, my guide, is backing the boat up with the trolling motor trying to back up into open water and with the line clamped down to the cork with my left hand I am reeling up the excess coils with my right.
Once I have most of the line on the spool, I let go of the line with my left hand and all the rest of the slack is gone in an instant and now we are on the reel. Now the fish is burning off line from my reel, the drag on my Reddington reel not having much effect, and I am palming my reel trying to slow this freight train.
Finally, after peeling another 40 yards of line off my reel I am able to slow him down. I have a deep bend in my rod, and he is working sideways as I reel down and pull trying to work him back to the boat. Mo maneuvers to the side of the boat with the net and I can tell he is as excited as I am because this is a big fish. I lift my rod tip, steering his head toward the net, he sees the boat and does an abrupt about face and starts peeling off all the line I had just gained back off my reel. I instinctively reach up to grab the handle of the reel and the line is burning off so fast I beat up my knuckles on the reel handle and slide my hand under the reel and begin palming it again trying to slow down the retreat.
This sequence of events is repeated five times before the big guy begins to tire and I am able to steer his head into the net with my rod bent to the cork and then he is in the boat and we are doing “high-fives”. This brute weighed in at 15 pounds and measured 36 inches in length. We quickly take our photos of this beautiful and powerful fish and then we quickly get him back into the water, holding him beside the boat where he is quickly revived then shoots back towards the structure to live another day.
This fish is not technically a bass as it belongs to the genus Chichla of which there are fifteen different species. This variety is the Cichia Temensis, the largest of the species. The true giant Peacock Bass is not found outside of the Amazon basin. You can’t find them in Florida or Hawaii or Panama because they are simply not there. Other species of varieties are there, however not the Cichla Temensis.
Their natural range consists primarily of backwater flood pulse rivers with extremely variable seasonal environments in South America’s Amazon regions. They are native to the Rio Negro basin which is where this took place, the Xeruini being a tributary of the Rio Negro. These are very aggressive fish and produce the most exciting predatory attacks of any sportfish in the world. Frankly, no other freshwater fish compares, anywhere. This fish has earned the reputation of the world’s most powerful and challenging freshwater game fish! F&W
MANED WOLF
Chrysocyon brachyurus)
In the vast expanses of South America, a striking creature roams the grassy savannas and scrublands — the maned wolf (Chrysocyon brachyurus), a species that captivates the heart just as the rich melodies of a Southern drawl can draw laughter around a porch on a warm evening. With its long legs, bushy tail, and distinctive mane, this unique canine offers an exhilarating glimpse into the wild, presenting not only splendor but also an array of fascinating habits and habitats
RANGE
The maned wolf primarily inhabits the open grasslands, forests, and marshes of Brazil, Argentina, Paraguay, and Bolivia. Unlike its more familiar wolf relatives, the maned wolf tends to shy away from dense woods, preferring the expansive territories that allow it to roam freely. Stretching along the savannas of the Brazilian Cerrado, this majestic animal demonstrates an adaptable nature, thriving in various habitats while still facing challenges such as habitat loss due to agriculture and urban development.
DIET
What truly sets the maned wolf apart is its eclectic palate. An omnivore at heart, the maned wolf primarily dines on small mammals, such as rodents and rabbits, but it also enjoys an array of fruits and vegetables. Late summer brings the delightful harvest of the lobeira, or the wolf apple, a fruit native to its range, which features heavily in the wolf’s diet
HABITS
Maned wolves are renowned for their solitary nature. Typically seen alone or in pairs, these canines communicate through a variety of sounds, including a high-pitched howl that echoes across the savannahs. Their unique communication aids in both territory marking and mating calls. Interestingly, males and females partner for breeding, with the female taking on the responsibility of raising the pups alone.
As night falls, the maned wolf springs to life, becoming crepuscular, which means it displays heightened activity during twilight hours. Their nocturnal habits allow them to hunt with an acute sense of sight and hearing, a necessity in a landscape where the conditions can change rapidly.
CONSERVATION
As much as the maned wolf enchants those fortunate enough to witness its beauty, it faces significant threats from habitat destruction and hunting. With fewer than 30,000 individuals left in the wild, conservation efforts have become paramount. Organizations dedicated to protecting the Cerrado ecosystem work tirelessly to stabilize populations and educate local communities about the importance of preserving this magnificent species. Preservation of the maned wolf’s habitat parallels the Southern roots of conservation, echoing the importance of protecting our own native wildlife and landscapes.
TRIVIA
Did you know that the maned wolf is often mistaken for a fox due to its striking red fur and bushy tail? In fact, it is not a wolf at all but belongs to its own unique genus. You could say it’s the “whimsical cousin” of the wolf family
Another delightful tidbit? The maned wolf’s long legs are evolution’s answer to survival in tall grasslands. These long limbs enable them to see above the shrubs and hunt efficiently for prey, adding an extra layer of grace to their presence
Spring Creek
Harry Whitehead and Travis Nation became friends during the war in Europe. Harry was from a small South Carolina town, where he worked beside his father in the family mercantile. Travis Nation was from Wyoming and worked as a guide for sportsmen who came West for adventure. Travis was half Cheyenne on his mother’s side and joined the war effort to see a world beyond the Bighorn Mountains—and maybe for a bit of warrior pride that his father mildly understood, though his mother certainly did. At night, he would remember the way she cried the morning he left.
It took Harry two weeks of knowing him before he got the guts to ask the quiet Travis about the small buckskin bag he wore around his neck. Travis held the bag and spoke of the medicine inside the pouch, how it would protect him, and how he missed his family. Harry held up a well worn copy of Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey and told of his dream of seeing the West—hunting elk, fishing mountain streams, and meeting real Indians. Travis laughed, and a friendship began. A pact was made that if they made it through the war, they would hunt and fish together as often as they could.
It’s now 1965, and Harry has traveled to Wyoming from the North Carolina home he has lived in for the past four years following his divorce. He hopes this visit with his friend will bring some comfort, as Travis mourns the death of his son, who died in a sheep hunting accident last fall. They stand now in a spring creek, with the cold water from the Bighorns flowing past, as Harry casts his line while Travis waits with the net.
“There is certainly something in fishing that tends to produce a gentleness of spirit, a pure serenity of mind.”
-Washington Irving
