Wandering Aimlessly
White Wing and A Jake
by Phil Burkhouse
Big Jake and I were driving up a back road to our opening morning hot spot for the regular spring gobbler season opener. The Youth Spring Turkey Hunt had occurred the previous Saturday, April 26th, and at the end of the morning the three grandsons had no turkey meat for the pot. As usual we were heading out with high hopes, enthusiasm, and excitement.
As we were proceeding up the road in the pitch black I casually asked Jake, “You going to shoot a jake this year?”