Up at 4am, open the door to a thick fog at 4:20.  Arrive at hunting spot at 5:05 – supposed to meet Chet at 5:15. Stand in the fog drinking coffee until 5:19 – Shuler’s late. Think of calling him, but he arrives immediately after.  Chet had been here the day before for the youth season and heard a bird just off the north property line of the farm we have permission to hunt. Plan is to head there and hope we can call the bird to us – assuming he is roosted in the same spot. At first light, hear a gobbler off to the southeast. Waiting to hear the bird to…

Woke up and rolled over to check time.  4:30 am.  Right on time.  Rolled out of bed and gathered gear, grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to the truck only to be greeted by high winds and drizzle.  Not exactly great hunting weather.  Since I was already up, I headed out anyways, contemplating just heading in to work but figured you can’t shoot turkeys at work (at least I think there is something preventing that in the Policies and Procedures Manual).  Arrive at destination and see no other trucks-guess no one else is dumb enough to head out.  After sitting in truck for a few minutes I decide to…