It doesn't take big woods to go hunting, just the will to get out. Quarantined by corona like everyone else I'd had enough sitting around and turkey season was in full swing. So several mornings I decided sitting in the corner of our little 20 acre parcel about a block from our house was far better than watching the latest updates on TV of the virus. I was wondering if any of those turkeys on all the big farms surrounding me would happen over my way. Big ditches, fences and neighboring hunters seemed pretty large obstacles for them birds to overcome. Even though they fly quite well, things like that always seem to deter them from coming my direction. Well low and behold after listening to them strange sounding calls coming from the other side of the ditch, here comes strutting in Mr. Longbeard! Following a hen of course, so I'm not completely sure it was my seductive calling that lured him in, but it worked! The tom went down the hen flew off and back home I went. I turned him into the best pot of Turkey Gumbo I ever had... but, that is another story all its own!