My first fleeting glimpse of a wild turkey had paralyzed me. Lord help me if I ever saw one up close. Continue reading Wild Turkey Jamboree
Rumors of his existence were almost as rare as sightings, and because the few that did catch a glimpse of him were afraid to admit it lest they be counted crazy, most men lived in the bliss of ignorance. Continue reading Lord of the Flock
I had just calmed my breathing and corralled my heart rate, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me, when the jake began to speak. Continue reading Mournful Echoes
I pulled the trigger on my twelve gauge when he was just seventeen yards away, partly because he was well within range but mostly because I was sick of listening to him. Continue reading Talking Turkey
Seems like they’d be easy to kill, doesn’t it? Only those that’ve never done it think so. I hunt the stinking things every spring, and at least once a season, I’m the one that winds up looking like the turkey. Continue reading Who’s the Turkey Now?
It’s every family man’s dilemma and perhaps the most interesting of ironies that we regularly neglect our families for work, but not for play – not for the time away and the experiences that could actually make us better husbands and fathers. Continue reading The Bearing Tree