April 3, 2015
The damned turkeys are gobbling their fool heads off outside my window right now. They’d disappeared for a while… most notably, they’d disappeared the past weekend when I could have been out there hunting.
But now, they’re back.
Laughing their turkey laughs.
Because I’ve got a series of meetings that start in about 30 minutes. And it would take me about 15 minutes to get down there and set up. Which means all I can do is listen to them gobble.
This evening, a cold front is supposed to roll in and, as much as I and everyone else here is thankful for rain, it’s going to put the kibosh on turkey hunting plans.
So the bow is still hanging in the mud room.
And the Marauder is still leaning in the corner.
And I’m sitting here.
Pouting a little bit.
Cursing the day job, and waving the single-finger salute to those damned turkeys.