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 ...

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, ...