LIVINGSTON, Ala. The dark was profound.
Standing in the middle of a fire lane skirted by pines and hills an hour and a half before daylight in south Alabama, with the black so thick you can barely make out the blob walking in front of you, is an exercise in trust.
Turkey hunters by nature aren't afraid of the dark. But moving through unfamiliar territory more than an hour before a turkey will gobble, feeling your way through the ruts and stobs underfoot rather than seeing ...
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