Broken box call. Cracked slate. Two extra strikers. Pants that don’t fit anymore. Cottontail rabbit in distress call. Forgot to get mouth calls. I am 100% prepared for turkey hunting tomorrow.
Two year old bird, but he had spunk. Gobbled as soon as he hit the short grass, announcing that he had arrived.
I spend too much time chasing the stupid things. I found that shed about 15 foot from where I park in a thicket. The big bastard probably laid there and watched me get in and out of my truck all season
Fella over at the other place was wanting some help, figured I'd post over here and if anyone had some info, figured I'd pass it along.
Uncle Raymond in California. Wish he would write a book. From Iwogima straight to Africa and went back for more until 80s. This just one of his rooms. I dont have the hunting gene. I assume he hogged it all for himself.