My first time setting foot in the Midwest was graced with thunder chickens screaming from the tops of hardwood trees. Not being one to get overly excited about spring turkey hunts, I wasn’t sure what to expect, and little did I know that these wily Easterns were going to turn me into a lifelong turkey hunter.
The little town of Tennessee, Illinois was very welcoming—albeit there wasn’t much there. Read the rest of the article at Petersen's Hunting.