Tales From The Roost

There has been no shortage of grand experiences since the release of “Grand Days in the Turkey Woods.” Although the years pass by noticeable faster than the years prior, my hair is a touch more grey, my step is slightly shorter. My time in the grand turkey woods to this day yields so many more experiences to share. In no perceivable way has that experience diminished. As others have spoken in admission, as a gobbler is soon to show himself, my heart races to maximum BPM, nearly skipping a beat. The day that no longer occurs would be well served if at a future date, long after my passing.

I hope that as you read through my musings that I adequately put you there at the tree I sit at and paint a picture that you can easily frame from your own time chasing these feathered monarchs. For those of you that have not spent time in the turkey woods, I'll do my best to instill a desire, a pressing need to be there in person. It might be bold, even assuming to assert that you will be forever changed. I have

confidence that you may never look back and become a member of the tenth legion.

I titled this collection of stories after all the fun conversations with hunting partners while engaged in the time honored practiced of roosting gobblers in the spring and turkey flocks in the fall. Much like the trips to the diner after a morning hunt, meeting up at the back end of a pickup truck at a logging road gate, the conversations are priceless in my view. In each of the previous turkey hunting story books and as with this one, it has been a determined effort to tell these stories in the same manner and voicing as I would in conversation at camp, while working up battle plans with intel from roosting and in anticipation for the next hunt. It is much the same the following morning while drinking far too much coffee, with the aroma of fried eggs and burnt toast in the air. A visit to the diner is something you can easily talk me into at a moments notice.