My 2021 Fall Turkey

My son, Bob, and I didn’t hunt together on last fall’s turkey opener because I was put off by a forecast of rain.

However, when I rose, it wasn’t raining; so I drove to one of my favorite turkey-hunting spots and hunted till a little after 10 when it began to rain. I went home.

The rain ended by mid-afternoon. I drove to another ridge and hadn’t walked far when there they were: a large flock in the open woods. I backed against a tree and began to call. If my son or our friend “Scout” were calling, at least one or two of the birds would have come to investigate. However, I was calling: They ign...