A long weekend just came and went in
this month, and I had visions of spending early mornings in the woods and afternoons trekking cross country looking to strike up a gobbler. My hopes were set on eyeing a big bird down the rail of my 870 and sending a mess of lead screaming in the direction of his head and neck. Ontario
Instead I spent the majority of the weekend (and most of this week) vomiting and racing to the bathroom. I don’t know if it’s the flu, food poisoning, an infection, or a parasite but things went very wrong for me this last week in big way. Suffice it to say, I have had very little to blog about…my thanks to those who have hung in there as subscribers; this feed is not dead, it’s just had the trots for five or six days.
Which brings us to the here and now of today. Four days of the season remain, and of those only a few a presenting opportunities for me to actually get out and go after a gobbler. If there is any positive to be taken in this late season scramble, it is that most people have given up by now…either because they can’t stand the mosquitoes or because they (unlike me) are not abject failures in the sport of turkey hunting.
So, weather permitting, I’ll be wrangling my gear up for one last push into the Halton forests (work and family commitments won’t allow one last epic road trip) and I hope that my luck there is good.
I’ll keep you all posted