By Jill J Easton The owl and hen calls were loud, often badly done, and everywhere. As best we could figure, there were two groups of hunters behind us closer to the state highway, two more hunters who’d come in…
By Jill J Easton The owl and hen calls were loud, often badly done, and everywhere. As best we could figure, there were two groups of hunters behind us closer to the state highway, two more hunters who’d come in…