Turkey hunting, at its core, is a contest between two opponents. But unlike tennis, say, or collegiate wrestling, it has no set time frame or format. Nope, no regimentation, rules or guidelines here. Instead, turkey hunting is an interwoven, unpredictable mess, a spaghetti plate of infinite and ever-changing variables. It’s a game played on a field of unknown dimension, against an opponent that doesn’t want to participate in the game and wouldn’t abide by the rules even if there were any. Which, as mentioned, there are not.
Alone and of itself, that’s already enough to give a turkey hunter a lifetime supply of angst. Throw in the fact that a turkey may act — or react — very differently on successive days to a seemingly identical set of circumstances, and…
