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)