Newly edited shoulda-woulda-coulda version of this Memorial Day morning post sees this turkey hunting blogger ironically move deeper into the woods, and away from the gobbling Maine turkeys to open up a less obstructed area in front of him for more available shooting lanes in order to close the deal by finally using his 8th grade geometry lessons in real life.
Longbeard down. Jubilant hunter. Fade to the plowed farmer's field where the surviving fat jake sprints away toward alarmed Canada geese, field mallards, and crows.
--Steve Hickoff
