Yesterday morning Eric and I went in quest of a turkey for him. We only had yesterday and Monday till season end. Nothing like waiting till the season end to bag a big un. I will let Eric tell his story but we went to the same place I started my hunt when I got mine. Nothing happened at first at our location except for the ever present and circling hawk after sunup. It soared and screamed in dawn's early light for about half an hour. That bird seemed to point the way once again and it was once again right on. Somehow a certain native american with his special communication skills was part and parcel to another successful conclusion to yet another season. You got to see that beard it is big and broad enough to paint the barn. As that hawk soared overhead I just knew that my Missouri friend was somehow very much a part of our quest.
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