Whether you end the season by running out of tags or running out of time, it’s always bittersweet.
This was one of the best seasons I’ve experienced in a while. Of course birds in hand always make for a great season, but failed close encounters would have made this a banner year even with unfilled tags — I sat down to seven longbeards close enough to hear them drumming. Can you really call them failed encounters? Was also privileged to introduce a new hunter to the magic of turkey hunting. Spring mornings will never be the same for him.
Red-eyed and mushy brained from too many too early mornings, still, we look forward to next spring’s first gobble.