Case: Bow up this summer so your arrows shoot straight come fall
I hate to be the one to tell you this, dear readers, but it is not quite summer yet.

I hate to be the one to tell you this, dear readers, but it is not quite summer yet.

Howdy, friends and neighbors. (Lester Flatt used to say that at the beginning of a Flatt and Scruggs bluegrass show).

Let's just cut to the chase: It's easy to bait and kill turkeys.

I could see him, but he couldn’t see me. It dawned on me that I was enjoying this a lot.

There was no doubt about it: I was pretty doubtful.

If I said I was as rabid about chasing those crazy/genius, sometimes goofy-looking, long-necked birds as I used to be, I would be fibbing.

This morning I asked Bo, my semi-retired turkey hunting dog, what he thought most turkey hunters felt was their most important piece of equipment.

It’s nice up here. I have a good view of a big stretch of jumbled-up landscape in the Appalachians that would take the starch out of the most rabid turkey hunter.

If you are a turkey hunter, you are no stranger to all the scuttlebutt in the turkey world right now.

You've heard me talk about the clouds in my coffee thing before.
