Dad and one of his buddies visited our place here in Alabama weekend before last.
Sat in the woods one morning just to see if we could see some deer and maybe hear a turkey. Watched 3 bucks sprouting next fall’s headgear wander down the opposite ridge, then had a turkey come gobbling, strutting, and drumming into shotgun range for about 5 minutes. Just hen calling with my mouth, but man was he ever fired up. Too bad turkey season was over!
Afterwards, we hit the lake to do some fishing. Managed to put about 10 bass in the boat including this skinny 5 pounder that I caught.
Next, we cracked open a bowl of nightcrawlers and slayed bluegill from the dock for a couple hours. I filleted 30 of the biggest ones we caught.
