—SPIRIT OF THE OUTDOORS—
The hairs stood up on the back of my neck when I heard the gobble. “Dive for cover now.” I loudly whispered. “You sit here by this tree and you by that tree. Get situated fast, gun up on your knee and don’t move.”My friends, Lila and Lori, complied and within seconds were ready to draw a bead on the beautiful Merriam’s wild turkey we just heard gobble. He was about 100 yards ...
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