Case: Timing turkey season is tougher than it seems
Can you stand one more turkey story? I hope so, though I know I have probably worn you out with this topic lately.

Can you stand one more turkey story? I hope so, though I know I have probably worn you out with this topic lately.

I knew I had about as much chance of calling in this turkey as I did of winning the Kentucky Derby.

No doubt, this little dissertation will cause me some trouble. Sometimes, when I wax philosophical about certain things, this will happen.

We are deep into the second week of the spring turkey hunting season in my home state of West Virginia, and I am tired.

Looking out the window, even in the darkness, I could tell this was all bordering on madness.

The big turkey gobbler opened one eye, motionless on his roost limb, as he surveyed what he could see of his domain. Not much. It was still dark.

I can remember it as clear as day: a full-page ad for a Remington .22 rifle, but not like one I had seen before.

Maybe we could all agree we live in a crazy time. Some people can't seem to agree on much of anything anymore.

My buddy seemed very distracted at breakfast, so I asked why, even though I already knew the answer: Earlier that morning, he had missed a turkey.

More than once in this space, I have explored the continuing clash between the use of technology in the hunting of wild animals.
