Twas the night before turkey season and all through the house
Not a hunter was sleepy not even his spouse.
His gear all packed and gone through twice each call in it`s place where he thought nice, his boots by the couch his gun by the door every thing ready for when his feet hit the floor,as visions of strutter's drift through his dreams as if he is coming, in on a string, be for he new it his feet on the floor his coffee gun and gear he was out the door,as he got to the place where he thought ol~tom would be, he found a place to set by an old oak tree,he sat at attention for what he could hear an all of a sudden a thunderous gobble caught his ear! He made his calls and patiently sat as he watched the sun rise, an the morning come alive, he thought it was over no bird for him when he saw movement by a old broken limb,an what would it be but the old strutter of his dreams coming in on a string !!!
I think Turkey hunters and call makers are some of the most blessed people in the world. They get to see nature come alive every spring. And think about it all winter! Please be safe this year,and take a moment this spring to think the people in the arm forces for their sacrifices. And our Creator for who can make all dreams possible. Thanks
