Storming the castle
PERRYVILLE, Ark. -- The outline of a strutting turkey was like a shadow, no real detail just lines and arcs of a slowly moving presence that could have been a bowed-up gorilla.
Like a sniper, the big gobbler was taking full advantage of the terrain, staying concealed while commanding a view of the world around him.
I was 75 yards below, well within his world, in complete pain. A tick was running down my gun barrel and a squadron of black ants were playing ring around ...
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