It has been hard to find Hampton lately. While chores are awating, he is nowhere to be found. I have had to search for him high and low only to find him in the shop making turkey frictoin calls and strikers made from wood harvested on our property. Hampton put it to use this past weekend and actually called up a turkey. The silent old tom spotted his pasty white face against the backdrop of southern longleaf pines before he could pull up his facemask! Another outsmarted day!