Every shot at a turkey is a unique and random event. You throw hundreds of pellets downrange, hoping a few find the head and neck. It’s a target, as one custom choke maker once described it to me, ...

The swamp was the place to be. It was where all the whitetails came from, retreated to, and felt safe enough to move in daylight in the high-pressure public-land area I was hunting. But as I clanged ...