Wandering Aimlessly

One Shot, Two Down

by Phil Burkhouse

It was Saturday, October 26th, and Jake and I were cruising the ridges doing some rattling and grunting in hopes of finding a buck out searching for a lady.  We stopped in a likely looking location, and Jake readied his cross bow while I rattled.  A short time later Jake said, “Deer coming.”  I said, “It’s probably a buck, get ready.”  Jake immediately responded, “They are turkeys.”  It was a gorgeous fall morning, and the sunshine was creeping down the hillside.  I brought up the binocs and focused on a longbeard followed closely by a string of seven additional longbeards.

(Full story in the Cameron County Echo on the news stand)

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