So, due to factors largely beyond my control (and a few that are within my control, but I didn’t control them right), there’ll be no wild turkey gracing the holiday table this year… and that includes the bird and the bourbon, for those inclined to play on my words.
The Marauder and I did actually find time to get out, but coyotes ran amuck a few hours before I arrived and the birds had moved to the neighboring property. The only other time I slipped out, the birds caught me with my horse’s lead rope in one hand and the Benjamin in the other. Kind of hard to shoot that way, and I could really only watch as three toms slipped under the fence only 30 yards away.
Oh well, spring season is coming… eventually.
