I Was Turkey Hunting Down South and Something Bit Me — What Should I Do Now?

you. I went into the turkey woods focused on camouflage, wind, and calling. I came out replaying every step through waist-high grass, every branch that brushed my arms, every moment I might have missed a tick or spider. The bite itself was small and silent. The uncertainty afterward was not.

What helped most wasn’t guessing what bit me, but paying attention continue reading …