I think both you and the old man are probably right. Most of the old men turkey legends around here quit chasing turkeys when they couldn’t tote a rifle and the worst ones were the real poor folks who would set out trot lines for them. There are still old folks around here that run feists and rabbit beagles around here to eat and have never had power or running water. Y’all think those folks like that care about game check? Most of them can’t even read. I knew an old man who raised quail and fighting roosters up until cancer ate him up and he killed himself a few years ago. There’s not a biologist in the state that could imagine how many turkeys, hawks, and owls that man had shot with a 6mm Remington rifle. Y’all should have seen his “trophy room” from shooting deer off peanut fields at night. Nearly every buck he had mounted was sporting a summer coat and a velvet rack.