Outdoor Truths
Gary Miller
I had big plans on opening day of turkey season. I knew where the gobblers would be. They had been there every year for as far back as I can remember. It's like it was their favorite place to roost. I had also been able to put a few from there on my dinner table as well. If there is a honey hole in turkey hunting this is it. So you can imagine how excited I was to wake up on that first Saturday morning. I knew that nothing is guaranteed, but this would be as close as I would get. You can also imagine how surprised I was when I stepped out of the front door at my house and was welcomed to the biggest night-light known to man - a full moon. I had not planned for this. The darkness that I was so depending on to allow me to get close would not be available. The plans I had for getting in those tom's bedroom had now changed. With all of that light I would be lucky to get in the neighborhood. I was right. When I arrived at my parking spot, I opened my door and immediately heard a gobble. I had mixed feelings. I was glad that my honey hole was still the happy home of several turkeys but I was annoyed that once again, my perfectly placed plans were useless. Instead of getting within 75 yards of my birds, I was forced to set up about 150 yards away in order to keep from being seen. This small distance kept me from tagging my gobbler that morning. The light had exposed my plans and had kept those toms safe for another day. Gary Miller Outdoor Truths Ministries
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