I can't stand 99% of TV hunting shows. Sound track of death metal, fist pumping, dirt napping, laying the smackdown, smoked him............
To each his own, I guess. As for me..........first thing I do when I get to a downed deer or turkey is drop to my knees, take off my hat and thank the Almighty God who created such a magnificent creature and allowed me to wake up and hunt it that day.
Turkeys are my drug. They have been in my blood for decades with zero sign of diminishing. Bowhunting whitetails is a semi-close second place. I live to hunt turkeys wherever they gobble. The history of the sport, the calls and callmakers, the workings of the guns and chokes and shells, the journeys and the different places and the sceneries where I hunt them are as much a part of it all as the kill.
