I was rudely and thoroughly disabused of the hope that I would kill a gobbler on opening day. Never heard a turkey make a sound in the foggy, warm early morning and I covered a lot of ground the rest of the day and the only thing I saw related to turkeys was a lone hen track that had been made before the rain.
As usual, I saw lots and lots of turkeys during deer season, and, as usual, they disappeared two weeks before turkey season. I don't know where they go, but it must be more crowded there than under Hell's only shade tree---I know a heck of a lot of acreage where they ain't.
Turkeys normally walk the logging roads after a period of rain like we just had, but they sure didn't do it today, or if they did, they've learned to walk without leaving tracks. I wouldn't put it past them.
It's supposed to be prettier weather the next few days, so maybe they'll come out of their burrows. If I don't get some positive reinforcement, I'm going to be on the pier like shine on Navy brass. To heck with these walking buzzards.