WAYNESBURG, Pa.—In a roadside clearing, a young man in boots, jeans, black hoodie, and black cap emerges from a trail and sits on a flat-topped boulder.
He’s startled to see he’s not alone on this warm, overcast Easter afternoon in the woods just north of the Pennsylvania–West Virginia state line.
Between swigs from a plastic water bottle, he describes a two-hour hike from his home, tracking along tree-lines atop hillside pastures, scouting for turkey sign with spring hunting season two weeks away.
People believe turkeys are dumb, he says, but bearded Toms are wily. They’re sounding off, gobbling in the grassy seep below his father’s farm, near the mine he works at, but they’re nowhere to be seen when you’re looking for them, he laughs....
