Wild turkeys cast a spell on those who love to hunt them, and this book celebrates these magnificent birds as well as any work of turkey hunting literature. Here’s a short sample:
“I caught the movement of his tailfeathers going up and splaying out and he stepped from between two spruce trees on the opposite hillside and stood there on the short green grass in strut with his neck craned out at a funny angle, like a slow-motion image of what their head does when they gobble and he was bright and shiny in the sun, all gold and copper with his head huge and red, candy apple red like a new truck without a scratch on it, blood red like life on display. He was looking right where I was because he knew right where I was, so I froze in place except for the stupid pumping of my heart and my head shaking because I was trying so hard to stop it.”
