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This was the craziest turkey scouting expedition I could ever remember.
I was looking for spring gobblers on the high ridges of the Columbia River Gorge, but the air was filled with blinding, side-ways flying snow, and there was three inches of fresh snow on the ground.
Not only were the frosty conditions keeping the toms silent, the fresh snow was hiding all the turkey signs.
