I have since found myself flying through the chapters that follow these college years; however, I have yet to find anything that can cure a Friday night hangover quite like the gobble of an old Noxubee...

"I would check him in the mornings, many times in which he would fly down gobble perpetually and disappear in to the distance on adjoining property.  The days he stayed close we would talk for...

"With every call I made, while able to see the two birds making their way through the open bottom, I witnessed what is not all that dogmatically common in the unwritten rules of turkey behavior...

"We have to remember, as hunters, that these birds don't abide with the concept of time in their minds. I promise that in the months of spring, there is not a thing in the world...

A two-mile walk through the woods and swamplands before daybreak isn’t for everybody, but it’s really not too bad when making it with 18 lbs over your shoulder.

"Ever wondered what exactly happens when getting busted by an old gobbler? Here is a pretty cool figure.."