East Texas was tough, to say the least. We had very little gobbling activity and the Easterns were just not aggressive. Despite the nasty weather, we took advantage of a few windows between storms and encountered quite a few birds moving along their regular travel corridors through the piney woods.
This wasn’t the caliber of bird that we wanted, but the story to go along with this harvest is one for the books. It’s a trophy and memory I’ll treasure forever.
At the end of the trip, we had logged yet another incredible session in the turkey woods.