One For The Books

  The two gobblers were trashing the jake decoy, pecking pieces out of his head and tearing feathers off his body. I was tracking the one on the left, because I was sitting on the left and where I am from that’s how we do it. I heard “shoot ‘em” and watched “my” turkey’s head turn to mist. I swung the gun, picked up his brother, who was doing the boot scooting boogie or turkey trot or some kind of … Continue reading