Driftwood Outdoors: Completing the Turkey World Slam
The first time I ever saw wild turkeys, I was sitting in a deer stand on a crisp fall afternoon near Roselawn, Ind. As the sound of leaves crunching grew louder and louder, I envisioned a large white-tailed buck making his way towards me. When a string of hens emerged instead, walking single file on a trail atop a ditch bank, my life changed forever. There was no hunting season for turkeys yet, but just to see them was magnificent.
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