Stood up!
I don't where these guys were Tuesday morning. Looking for love, perhaps, in all the wrong places, on the other side of our woodlot.
I was waiting for them before dawn, in my pop-up blind, overlooking a hen decoy.
Just at daylight, when turkeys fly down from their roosts high in the branches of the hardwoods, I became involved in a promising conversation. Me, with my wooden turkey call; tom, with his silver tongue.
Me: "Er ... er ... er ... screech, screech ...er .... er..."
Tom: "Gobble ... gobble ... gobble ... gobble ..."
I repeated myself, he repeated himself. It soon became apparent, however, that the gobbles were growing fainter. He was headed in the wrong direction.
But it was a beautiful morning in the woods and the season is young.
