Hi, my name is Eric and I am a turkeyholic.
It all began when I saw a Tom in Teoc, MS, strutting and drumming in a field to a lone hen.
Curiosity was stirred, so I bought me an 870, box of turkey shells and a couple of calls and said "I will try some of that."
Then, one morning, I heard my first gobble. My heart raced, I began to shake, and I remember not remembering how I covered so much ground in so little time. I would then began to get up earlier, racing out the door and leaving the warmth and comfort of my bed. I would come in tired, delerious from the early hours and all the walking. But, it just kept calling me.
Yes, I am addicted, and no, I don't want to be cured
