Calling to a gobbler is a way to try your hand, or mouth, at a bit of magic. I always have to convince myself that the first gobbler I hear in the spring was really a gobbler. It wasn’t a woodpecker hammering on a hickory, or a distant dog barking. It was a turkey....
A boy and a bass . . . on the quiet waters of a lake on a Saturday afternoon. The old bass turned toward deep water on this late spring day. At this stage in her life, the familiar droning sound was the only thing that made her anxious, and it put her on the move....
