It was the last call he made that made me turn and run for the safety of civilization.
Tag: Turkey
Banking Fire
That which once was wild within me is increasingly becoming domesticated.
Birthright
I was given a gift given in celebration of my birth, but it wasn’t until the spring of my 44th year, this year, that I finally claimed it.
What’s in a Memory?
Like many hunters, I depend on the successes of spring to get me through summer. The memory of a dewy April morning often eases the misery of a scorching August afternoon.
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.
Wild Turkey Jamboree
My first fleeting glimpse of a wild turkey had paralyzed me. Lord help me if I ever saw one up close.
Wright Outdoors 