The opening day of deer season was always a special day for me. I can remember counting down the days and even being unable to sleep the night before. I can remember hunting in a downpour and in the hottest of days.
I've never thought about it until now, but when I look at my past, I can't tell my story without talking about trees. I was reminded of their influence just the other day, as I admired a beautiful Weeping Willow.
This time of year, the water level in the rivers are naturally low. Usually, the rains are of the thunderstorm variety and are not long, ongoing, soakers. This can make fishing harder but more centralized.
I'm embarrassed to say, my turkey season has been terrible. I've not been able to stay very late up in the morning, so I've been limited to trying to compete with hens after the toms fly off the roost. Early in the season, this is hard.
No matter how long you've been doing something, there is always a fi rst. This truth goes for turkey hunting and it goes for me. Let me explain. I had decided at the last minute to go hunting that morning.