The Reality of Hunting Dreams

Photo by Alex Missildine It’s a perfect morning. Songbirds are flitting in the branches near you, and wait, was that a turkey gobble? A red head telescopes above a fallen log ahead of you to the right. Piercing eyes survey the sloping terrain before his mottled neck retracts and the gobbler continues his march to the field edge. You ease your bow up and wait for him to emerge. He struts into the clearing just 12-yards from you. His proud chest is puffed out, showcasing the long, wiry ...