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THE ANTICIPATION of that first gobble of the season is all the incentive needed for a dedicated spring turkey hunter to have made the long hike up the mountain well before daylight, long before many “logical” people are even awake at “dark-o’thirty.” There’s just something special about hearing the gobble of a tom turkey in the spring, so close its gobbling reverberates throughout the woodlot and seemingly shakes the ground you’re sitting on. Such is May, and oh, the joys of spring turkey hunting!
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