I'm finally on a plane back east for the last time. The only way to describe my 2015 turkey season is to say that I had tons of opportunity and the closure rate was difficult to beat. It seemed like in 2014 I had a hard time finding gobbling birds. This year it seemed like they were everywhere I went. Luck of the draw I reckon. I hunted alone only one morning, and was able to call a lot of birds for friends. I hunted a few southeastern states and a few out west. I appreciate my wife allowing me to act like a complete fool for another spring. I'm exhausted.
Jealousy is an awful thing and makes people do crazy things, so just know that all of these birds clearly were not shot by me and all birds were handled/tagged in accordance with the regulations in the state where they were killed.
To be continued
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