He responds.
You call again.
His calls are getting closer.
Your heart beats faster, spurred by the primal urgency in his responses.
And then he appears… regal and proud, he marches into sight.
Now’s your chance. You raise the gun slowly, covering the bright red head with the muzzle… and in a flash and bang, your prize is on the ground, a few stray feathers drifting down like snow on the morning breeze.
Well, I hope that’s how things play out for me this weekend, as I’m off to Deedy’s Bryson Hesperia Resort, for what will probably be my only turkey hunt of the year.
Good Luck Hunting! I have come close but no turkey…it flew up in tree…Hubby and I walked right on top of it. Oh well, I hope you get one! By the way, Happy Easter to you and yours.