Having moved up to New York State, and a hamlet–in fact–named after the Dutch word for “Wild Turkey”, I was very eager to get out after some wild turkey during the Fall hunting season. I didn’t know any turkey hunters, and while the internet gave me–I thought–the basics, I wanted something more thorough and authoritative. So I checked out the one book they had on it at the local library. This one! And then read it more or less in one setting. While my subsequent turkey hunts yielded nothing, I really felt like the book taught me more than I could possibly want to know. And the format was an enjoyable homespun memoir, recounting the life of a man from a farm in Appomattox County Virginia. The memoir itself, the guide to turkey hunting, and the record of development of turkey evolution and government hunting oversight from the early to latter 20th Century would each stand on their own as a good book, but the quick-and-easy-to-read combination of the three make it one anybody with the least interest in the subject ought to read.