
When Fighting Purrs Work
As I sat against a tree listening to the hens on the limb 60 yards away, I strained to hear that first gobble. I was hearing lots of tree talk from the hens, but so far I had not heard the gobbler music I was hoping for. It was opening day of the 2010 Georgia season, and I was hunting an eighty acre property bordered by the Etowah River in North Georgia. I had watched