This morning, Virginia's early muzzleloading season began, and I relish my time using a smokepole to pursue deer. But the fall turkey season was still in, and I had not killed a bird - so there was no doubt that I would be going turkey hunting.
I hope to do a magazine story on the outing, but the short version is that I called in and killed a jenny that weighed all of nine pounds. Although I have had a satisfying deer season so far, nothing this entire hunting season brought me so much joy as
Deer hunting is a complex, wonderful pastime that is richly satisfying, but I love nothing better than pursuing turkeys in the spring and fall. Elaine and I cut off every bit of meat that we could from that turkey and will honor it by eating many meals from the bird. What a thrilling day.