The story begins way back in my early turkey hunting years. I was turkey hunting before turkey hunting, like country music, was cool. Come to think of it, is listening to country music, if real country music exists anymore, now uncool?[…]
When Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro went down with a shattered leg just out of the gate at the Preakness, even those who don’t follow thoroughbred racing were saddened.[…]
When I woke up this morning, I immediately noticed something was different. It was just starting to break daylight, and I hadn’t heard the first vehicle come down the old gravel road.[…]
No one will ever convince me that there is a tougher game animal on the North American continent than the Eastern wild turkey.[…]
With over 600,000 acres, Louisiana’s Kisatchie National Forest can seem an overwhelming place to find a turkey, much less to end a hunt successfully.[…]
I was in my sixth decade of life before I was even remotely interested in spring turkey hunting.[…]
Out of nowhere, the allure of hunting wild turkeys in spring snuck into my bloodstream one April morning in 1992 over in Alabama.[…]
It stretches my mind to recall it, but I still remember the first wild turkey I ever saw in Louisiana.[…]
Paul Ferrell had several good turkey hunts last year, but one stood out above the rest and will be forever etched in his memory.[…]
The wind was stiff, and the sun was blocked by a thick layer of clouds. Lafayette’s Jeff “Bubby” Jackson stepped out of his truck and shook his head.[…]