Field & Stream columnist, Bill Heavey, goes turkey hunting.
Call, commands Ray in the half- light of a late April dawn.
Putting striker to glass, I scratch out some soft yelps and listen. Silence. Lots of it. A whole truckload of silence. A bunch of turkeys gobbled in the distance when Ray owl-hooted with his voice 15 minutes ago. It was an amazing hoot, born deep in his chest, a place normal humans have no vocal organs.
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