By Joe Blake
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The author is checking out a
field of Tall Tine Turnips on his
Minnesota farm; notice the tonnage
available from the tall, green
'salad' in early fall. |
For pure tonnage, palatability
and overall benefits, few food plot offerings excel like brassicas.
The morning sun had warmed considerably, and the frost had
all but disappeared from the edges of the field of brassicas stretched out in front
of me. By 10:30 a.m. I was getting drowsy and needed to perk up a little, so I
stood, stretched, and eased my rattling antlers from the cut limb where they
had been hanging since well before daylight. Scanning the surrounding oak woods
one last time to make sure no deer were moving close by, I clashed the bone together
with as much force as I could muster, and then began twisting and turning the
pair together to simulate a couple of angry whitetails engaged in a pre-rut
challenge. Returning the rack to its resting place I grunted aggressively several
times before slipping the call back inside my wool jacket and wrapping my left hand
around the familiar, worn, elk-hide grip of my 60-pound longbow.