No Turkeys Today
Opening morning of turkey season was met with great anticipation. My brother and I made our way through the woods in the dark to a predetermined location. We had located a roosting area and had been watching the flock of turkeys for two weeks prior.
We reached our destination with relative ease and set up our gear. After everything had settled down, you could tell that we were both excited about the possibilities.
As we waited for day light, we noticed that the sun seemed to be rising awfully slow. The temperature was in the fifties with a forecast of mid seventies and sunny. As time went by, we realized that it should have already have been daylight but it wasn’t.
We kept looking at each other and our watches. We joked to each other that the sun must have over slept. As we waited a slight breeze came drifting in.
Suddenly, a few rain drops began slowly falling. We both had puzzled looks on our faces. The rain started to pick up. Then the bottom dropped out and it was pouring a cold rain.
We decided to make our way over to a blind that we use during deer season to wait out the rain. By the time we made it to the blind we were both soaked.
As we sat inside, we both started laughing. We began joking back and forth about the situation. The longer we sat, the harder it rained. After two hours, the rain had finally stopped and the sun popped out. We decided to start back to our original location.
About half way back, we heard what we thought was a turkey. We stopped for a moment looking around. Suddenly, the trees came alive with feather ruffling. Turkeys began flying off their roost in several directions. We had walked right up amongst them. Busted.
We spent the remainder of the day trying to get back up with them. Yeah right.
That evening, we sat down to watch the late news. We wanted to see if they said anything about our morning rain. The weatherman tried to play it of by joking about the unpredicted down pours throughout the morning. Oops!
