Yesterday was the last day of another Turkey season and it's looking like it's SPAM Aux Gratin for Thanksgiving dinner this year as I am turkeyless.
Saw four jakes, a lonesome hen and had three opportunities to work a gobbler only to have them each hang-up on me. Jill reminds me that this is why i is called hunting and not shopping.
I also have no recollection of actually hunting in scattered thunderstorms.
Of course, I'm old and forgetful from time to time...
Turn-up the volume for this short digital capture of what a turkey rumble sounds like. If I had a hand grenade I could have smoked this gobbler.
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