You gotta like outdoor sports. And I've always loved it.

Especially turkey hunting.

I killed my first turkey when I was 10 years old. I can't tell you how many I've killed, but I've killed a lot of them. I run a business. I close the business down if I have to...
to go turkey hunting. It's just something that I like. It's just in me. I can't tell you how I feel. It's just a hell of a sport, that's all.

Sometimes you can be standing around and hear one jar the ground. And you just look at the roads and fire trails...
untiI you pick up fresh tracks and know which way he's going. And just go to that area, stop, listen...
and hope that you hear one.

Sometimes they gobble quite often, early. Sometimes it's minutes. And later on in the morning, sometimes it's every minutes. You just can't tell. They're a smart bird. The smartest we got in this country. See now, we spend time like this day in and day out...
and not hear nothing. But you know they're here.

I got my gun. I didn't get to use the bathroom, though. I was fixing to...
but right out in them pines I heard one gobble. And I said, "My God". Boy, that's the best diarrhea medicine in the world. You hear a turkey gobble, you forget all about diarrhea and everything. Headaches, everything. That'd cure anything.

I grabbed my gun, and I tore out. I must have went a quarter of a mile. Went through a bunch of pines. And he double-gobbled. I knew right then that I had a pretty good chance of killing him. Man, it hadn't been 30 minutes since one had been killed. Bless your heart. The next time he gobbled, there he was. Right out there in that wiregrass and broom-sage.

I just yelped real low to him.