I had no intention of hunting this past Saturday morning, but something rousted me out of bed. “I need to know what they do,” I thought. So off I went. Read

I drove to a spot I hadn’t hunted all season and prepared to walk and strike a long hardwood ridge. After my first series of yelps, two birds fired back on the neighbor’s ridge. Read

There I was, hunkered against a tree, listening to a gobbler hammer nonstop from the limb 100 yards away. He’d climbed all over my first tree-yelp, so I was eagerly awaiting flydown. Read