This past Tuesday morning I woke up with a mild case of turkey fever. I cleaned and waxed my fowler (as if it needed it) checked my flint for sharpness, made certain the jaws were tight around it. Cleaned up my calls, chalked the sound board on my old box call. Made sure everything in my shot pouch was there. No sense in taking chances of not being prepared for opening day in April. I watched a few Knight & Hale turkey hunting video's I got for Christmas. I was pumped and ready to hear those old toms gobbling their little pea brained heads off. I could smell the sweet morning air of Spring in Kentucky, see the redbuds bloomed out, see the little daisies poked up through the leaves on the forest floor. Yep I had it bad. This morning we've got 6" of fresh powder on the ground, winds blowing like crazy and its cold on the western most boundry of the Transylvania Colonie. Sort of a cold shower to ward off the turkey cramps. Only 70 more days til April 10th. But who's counting?
Tom Black
Cantucky