Camo Magic for Texas Turkey Hunts

[madeline23]

The dry rustle of mesquite leaves covered Carlos' slow crawl as he adjusted his camo jacket. In the Texas Hill Country, turkeys spotted movement like hawks - he'd chosen a fractal oak pattern that vanished into the spring foliage. Nearby, his cousin Luis chuckled, whispering about their last trip to the best dove hunting spots in Texas where camouflage mattered less. But here, a tom's sharp eyes missed nothing. A gobble echoed. Carlos froze as a strutting bird emerged 20 yards away, its head swiveling. His perfect camo held. The shotgun's bark sealed the deal - proof that in turkey hunting, blending in beats blazing away.