My high: a thunderous turkey gobble at daybreak or multiple in multiple directions close to my location, the whistle of ducks wings on a foggy morning and to be able to catch a group of mallards already cupped and committed into your spread, and hearing a buck grunt with the wind in my favor, then catching him slipping through the timber.
Yeah that’s my high, and at least I can remember the experience!
Yeah that’s my high, and at least I can remember the experience!