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Mr. Peterson started talking, and he didn’t stop for two hours. During that two hours, I learned about the extraordinary life of a unique individual who dedicated the better part of his adult life to turkey hunting. “Tom Dixon loved turkeys and turkey huntin’ more than anything else in the world except his wife,” Mr.…

Conditions were perfect. It was cold and clear. I was leaning against a large pine, well camouflaged but a little chilly. A light breeze was blowing, and the temperature was probably in the high 30s. My knees and feet were pulled up tight against my body, and the old 12 gauge was resting across my…

The next morning, after finding his dad’s old stand in the woods, Mike’s alarm went off as the sun was just starting to peek through the trees. Mike was convinced that his dad had come to him. He couldn’t explain how that was even possible, but he knew what his father wanted him in the…

Thirty seconds passed as the buck stared at Mike and Keith, frozen like a statue in the middle of the road. He looked strong and healthy, well on the way to recovering from his gun-shot wound, despite it only being a few weeks since he was hit. Finally, he flipped his tail and bounded off…

The buck bolted toward the safety of the marsh as blood gushed from his wound. Another bullet whizzed by his head as a second shot rang out. His body burned with pain as he ran deeper into the marsh and finally made it to a small creek. Leaping into the water, the buck felt instant…

Mike slowly looked down. There lying in a bush next to a weathered cypress tree was the largest shed he had ever seen. As Keith picked it up, four perfectly symmetrical points glowed in the afternoon sun. Though slightly weathered, the shed was in remarkably good shape. “Look, I think I see the other side…