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As I sat ready in the duck blind, staring deep in the everglades, I couldn’t help but think “We’re not in Kansas anymore.
In the early morning, there’s the rush that comes from witnessing two gobblers engaging in fierce competition, strutting, drumming their feathers, and flapping their wings in a wonderous display of dominance.
My heart starts begins to race as a whitetail deer steps in front of me. It’s a tingling sensation. It does not matter if its the first time or if you’ve been hunting for years; the thrill of the hunt is visceral.
Fear. It stops most people in their tracks. Only the bravest hunters will cross into the swamp at night and hunt the largest reptiles on earth. Do you have the courage?