Well, after six days of the Georgia turkey season I've hunted many hours and covered a heap of ground. On my off days hunting from daylight til noon then the last couple hours before dark. Straight frustration. Hens on top of hens and unresponsive gobblers. I had a scary thought tonight; am I losing my touch? Then I came to another thought which seems highly more likely to be true. I have thus concluded; my gobblers are gay. Yep, I said it. They've all come out of the closet and are spitefully refusing all hen calls in support of the LGBT movement. They're not running with those big groups of hens for breeding purposes. They're just going shopping together. That is all, gentlemen.
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