8:00 p.m. CST – We’re barreling through Shreveport, Louisiana, one of the towns in the recent OL Top Places for Sportsmen feature. My sense of place has always been acute, but it’s really getting exercised on this trip. The great thing about this Turkey Slam Adventure has been hunting the places where each subspecies lives. We got to know intimately the thick, jungly palmetto swamps of central Florida. Then we experienced in deeper ways than most visitors the hardwood bottoms and red-clay ridges of northern Florida. And now we’re watching the landscape change each hour. We’ve passed the tidal bays and salt-marsh flats of the Gulf Coast. We’ve zipped past the wreckage of Hurricane Katrina, still appallingly fresh after nearly four years. We’ve seen rice patties and crawfish farms and watched the landscape transition from deep woods to open savannah and now to scrubby piney hills. We’re cutting a swath through the very heart of America’s wild turkey country, and I regret I won’t have enough lives to hunt it all.