Nature’s surprises often turn routine hunts into lifetime memories.
Sometimes you smile, wondering why a mallard hen would expose her waddling brood to avian and terrestrial predators by marching them across a bare 300-yard field in mid-May. Other times, you can only shake and twitch, wondering how you got between a protective cow moose and her calf on a mountain trail before first light. Which brings us to my friend, Walt Larsen, a Minnesotan who hunts turkeys each spring in Iowa, Wisconsin and his home state.
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