His name was Mike.
He lived around Harrisburg in downstate Pennsylvania. Worked at the Nestle’s water plant in that area. That’s about all I knew about him. Well, that’s not entirely correct.
I knew that, like me, he was a serious turkey hunter. And we were hunting the same farm, at least for the first week of Pennsylvania’s spring gobbler season, when Mike would take some vacation time and come up to pursue longbeards with the same intensity as myself.
