Waiting On Turkeys
My left leg began to tingle as it fell asleep. I was so uncomfortable, I began fidgeting. “Shhhh stop moving” Dad whispered. :sigh: My only escape from the boredom that came along with turkey hunting was my vivid imagination. The Confederate Troops were matching through the woods, canons and black powder riffles filling the air with chalky grey smoke :chuk chuk chuk: Dad’s turkey call brought me...