It all started twenty seasons ago for me. I was initiated into the royal order of turkey hunting and the activity has had its grip on me ever since.
Undoubtedly my passion for the sport of chasing spring gobblers has something to do with the utter frustration I sometimes feel when things don't go right. Like right now.
Case in point – I hunted turkeys in the hill country of Texas last week and until that final hour of my four day hunt, my frustration led to despondency. In fact, my hunting partner commented I seemed depressed.