It’s a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird . . . Or Is It?

It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization. Continue reading It’s a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird . . . Or Is It?

Small Game

Altar Call

The hens were still gossiping and the gobblers were still boasting when I stepped up to the pulpit, but they quieted quickly when I cleared my throat. Continue reading Altar Call

Small Game

Wild Turkey Jamboree

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

Small Game

Lord of the Flock

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

Submissions

Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Andy Brazle

If I could cross the open ground in front of me without being spotted, I might still have a chance. If not, I would have wasted three hours of afternoon and three hundred feet of elevation. Continue reading Because Stories Are Meant To Be Shared: Andy Brazle

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Talking Turkey

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

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Who’s the Turkey Now?

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?