When I really think about it, I can only recall a handful of times that I’ve ever shot anything at dawn. Sure, I still use that time to get out into the woods, but it’s a rare occasion when it all comes together at first light. Conversely, I can’t count how many times I’ve gotten
Nothing announces the coming of spring more jubilantly than the thunderous gobble of a Tom turkey. And few things in the hunting world make a hunter’s heart pound harder with anticipation than hearing that sound coming closer as they sit with their back against a tree, calling back to one. But as the season wears
