Our Story

When my cousin Dustin began inspecting the head of a fresh turkey I had just killed with the crossbow one early morning in Virginia, he flicked the fleshy protuberance that dangled from his forehead and asked “What’s this thing?” Without skipping a beat, our other cousin; the man, the myth, the legend Scott Griffith (a.k.a Griff) spoke up and said “That’s his…. Snood!” We laughed at this new term and with a few more flick’s of the turkeys Snood, we moved on with our lives. This was the first time I had ever heard that term; but it wouldn’t be the last time I would think about it.

The Griff, alongside our Uncle Dave a.k.a. “Big Daddy” are two men to whom I owe a huge amount of gratitude to for introducing me to hunting the wild turkey. I killed my first turkey ever alongside both of them. Without The Griff taking me under his wing and teaching me the ways of the Snood early on, I wouldn’t have the love for the Wild Turkey as I do today.