The ep37 Turkey Hunting

This is Jimmy Powers and happy to be coming your way with another Grantlin Rice story. There, this is Jimmy Powers as a hunter and fisherman, a lad named Davy Crockett started a vogue that has grown bigger and bigger in America.

For this reason, and because newspapers like Circulation, Fishing and Hunting columns have become an important addition to any sports page of a big metropolitan daily. Well, Grantlin Rice knew his share of hunting and fishing.

As a native Tennessean, Davy Crockett State too, Granny knew something about rifles, lines, and lures, but let's listen to him tell it. And so with a warm salute to the young and heart spirit of Grant Rice, I take up his narrative from the tumult and the shouting and read in first person.

I believe that next to golf a game I've been able to play and follow for nearly a half-century, funding takes second place in my affections for the outdoors. This despite the fact that every place I hunted, I established as a sanctuary. There always seemed to be more birds there when I left than when I came. Golf, hunting, yes and fishing, carry about all the entertainment

or fun that one can take along the road. Fishing off East Hampton and Montauk was fine sport. I roamed the seas and that vicinity and the boats of Buddy Arnt and Fritz Ryan. Our favorite target was bluefish, a game hard fighting fish ranging from 2 to 10 pounds. I went for swordfish several times, but only had one good break under the direction of the late

Dr. John Erdman, the surgeon. We got two that day by harpooning, 350 and 450 pounders. A swordfish was ordinarily much too strong and big to monkey with in any direction by harpoon or by rod and line. Of course, as a pure fisherman, I am something less than Isaac Walton. As a rule, I'm perfectly willing to allow all the game-fish of creation from