Turkeys on the horizon
As the first whispers of spring began to unfurl in the woods, I made my way to my cherished spot, a place where the gentle lapping of water and the rustling of leaves have always felt like home. With the ice receding and patches of open water glinting in the sunlight, I seized the opportunity to cast my line, hoping to tempt a fish or two.
Though the fish were elusive that day, the woods themselves had a different kind of magic in store. As I shifted to a new spot, the distinctive, excited yelping of turkeys echoed through the trees. It was a sound that immediately stirred a sense of anticipation within me. The turkeys, it seemed, were beginning to shake off the last remnants of winter, their calls growing more frequent and lively with each passing moment.
In that moment, the woods felt alive with the promise of the season to come. The air was filled with a renewed energy, and I couldn’t help but share in that excitement. Spring turkey season was on the horizon, and the woods were ready to welcome it with open arms.
