Harold Knight’s Worst Missed Turkey Ever
In the 1950s, turkey hunters were my heroes, because there weren’t many of them, and everyone knew that those few hunters who could take wild turkeys were some of the best woodsmen in our part of Kentucky. So when I was a boy, I’d go over to these older men’s houses and get them to tell me about turkey hunting. I was like a hungry dog begging for a bone. Every day after turkey season,