Two more days until turkey season. I'm not as excited about it as I have been in the past due to the decline in the turkey population, but I have made myself stay in training for the event---sleeping on coils of barbed wire to get ready for the briar thickets, pouring fiberglass insulation inside my clothes to inure myself to the itching of poison ivy and tick bites, and carrying a tractor tire around with me to condition myself for the terrain, which is all uphill.
The EMTs have become accustomed to calls from my neighbors from when my dear wife runs screaming out of the door to get away from my practice calling and there are owls lined up on my rooftop, attracted there my owl calls to elicit shock gobbles. I have checked and re-checked all five of my turkey shells, even though I doubt I'll use more than one or two---somebody may need to borrow one.
To h#ll with the sheepshead and Spanish mackerel for the next week. I'm going to go get briar-scratched, bug-bit, exhausted, sleep deprived and totally humiliated for the next few days. See y'all later.