Just got back from our annual hunting turkey boondoggle in the Missouri Ozarks; this was our 42nd yearly trip.
Anyone who has hunted turkey with me in the Ozarks will tell you that I spend an inordinate amount of time looking at the ground when I am on the move while turkey hunting.
There is a reason. I am not just looking for turkey tracks and turkey scratchings.
One morning years ago, while hunting with a buddy, we were walking on a trail to get to our “spot” when somehow, in the dim light, I spotted a coiled copperhead that my friend was just about to step on.
Frankly, I don’t think anything can ruin your turkey hunt more than having a venomous snake hanging by its fangs from your calf, but maybe that’s just me.
