Before turkey hunting totally messed up my mind, I always looked forward to spring and the opportunity to trailer my boat to a nearby lake to do battle with big, sway-bellied spawning bass, crappie hanging out around the roots of shallow cypresses or my favorite, finding a bed of bream. […]
The three of them were able to keep their little secret for a week or so. Eventually, though, word leaked out, and the trio found themselves with plenty of company. […]
Out of nowhere, the allure of hunting wild turkeys in spring snuck into my bloodstream one April morning in 1992 over in Alabama. […]
Occasionally, you awaken to one of those special mornings when you have a compelling urge to hook up the boat and head for the lake. It’s a day when everything just feels right. Your confidence level is elevated because you sense that today, it’s going to happen.
I recall one of those mornings a couple of springs ago. An early-spring front had blown through three days prior, chasing the bass from the shallows. […]