Each hunter is assigned a volunteer guide who helps him set up for turkeys. Joel Bennett, who works maintenance at the Savannah River Site (a nuclear facility) where the hunt is taking place and who has the look of a man born to wander the turkey woods, is partnered with Sorrels. Under a sky with pinprick stars, we cross a railroad track. Sorrels holds Bennett's shoulder for support, while I bring up the rear, carrying decoys in a camo burlap tarp. Just over four hours later, around 10 o'clock, Sorrels misses a walking tom twice at 40 yards. "Oh, Lord," he says, grimacing. But it's not the turkey he's worried about. "They're gonna fry me at court."