Familyman
Twelve Pointer
My last-day turkey hunt in Virginia on Saturday found me in some thick, wet woods at daybreak. I was doing a series of soft tree yelps when I heard a squirrel crank up. I knew something was coming. I caught movement and saw Wile E. himself easing in carefully trying to sneak up on the hen he had just heard. When he entered a narrow lane at 20 yards I let him have it. I considered it a great last hunt for 2018.