Hung-up gobbler won't come to your calls? It might be a jake or "jerk" as one of my longtime turkey buds calls 'em. Those jerks are sometimes tougher than long-spurred toms, especially in pressured areas.

I’ve heard this comment many times in turkey camp: “Must have been that old gobbler you were working. We’ve been huntin' him a bunch of years. Kill him and you've done something.”

Maybe. Maybe not. 

As much as I like shooting and hunting, fishing is right up there too. I could wax poetic about the whole thing but I’ll spare you. I just wish some of my fellow outdoor writers would extend the same courtesy. 

“A River Runs Through It” is a beautiful book but it forever screwed things up for those of us that like to fish with fly rods. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to just fish. You had to be solving the grand mysteries of nature, fighting through your midlife crisis, creating a quasi-religious belief system that would make a Scientologist blush with embarrassment and otherwise bore the hell out of anyone in earshot.