Banquets vital to wild turkeys
Sitting in my pop-up hunting blind on a cool April morning last year, I had a good view of four narrow food plots. Figuratively speaking, I was sitting in the hub of a four-spoke wagon wheel giving me the advantage over any gobbler that elected to waltz in to see what the yelping and clucking from my calls was all about.
I had not heard a single gobble that morning and it was just before deciding to call it a day when I spied a black lump 200 yards down the north lane. My binoculars confirmed I was looking at a wild turkey gobbler my calling had attracted.