Went spring turkey hunting with Dad this weekend, got to the cabin late Thursday night, stayed up to finish the book I was reading (The Giver, very good, very sad). Then we got up at 4:15 (not 4:30 like Dad said :), trekked quite a ways to the spot where we were going to hunt. When we got there we saw a Tom roosted up in the tree; of course we spooked the hen that was near by as well; so we didn't get to see that Tom.
We moved back a ways from the Tom in the tree and set up on the edge of the field. That day we saw a pretty big Tom out in the field and Dad worked to call him in; however he was intercepted by some hens on the way to us and decided that two in the field was better than one in the bush. He walked off with them and we didn't see him anymore.
Headed back to the cabin for lunch around 11 (venison brats); then back out to the tent (which is much closer) for a peaceful afternoon, reading and snoozing. We didn't hear anything the whole afternoon. I convinced Dad to give The Omnivore's Dilemma a try, which he started to enjoy after a couple pages. I re-read Flatland, which I picked up ages ago, I can't remember why, but it is an interesting read more religious than I remember, though Edwin Abbott was a theologian. Very nice to be a able to sit and read and chat in peace for a couple hours :)
Finished off the gorgeous day with a steak dinner with morel mushrooms and fresh cinnamon bread from the Amish bakery just up the road.
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