DAY ONE
And so it began, 2007 Turkey Season.
My brother had stayed the night, bunking on an old futon bed in the 'Cave' in the basement. had slept on the couch, so the alarm would not wake the wife or kids. t was 3:30a before I knew it. Never having been a morning person, it is hard to describe the effort of getting up at such an hour.
The only way I can describe it as sort of like being in a giant pool of jello and trying to swim the top. Slow, torturous, and not at all pleasant...
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Bounty of Harvest
It all started the week before.
The season had opened and it was another fall with my own yearling in the house (second child, 9m old). I had no time to scout, but I had a couple spots on my neighbors land picked out.
All that week as I arrived home after a long day; 4am Andrew diaper changing, 5am feeding, 6am Samantha is up, 7am off to drop off kids at Daycares (split with wife, we go in opposite directions)... I get home after a longer than usual work day an...
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