There is nothing I enjoy doing more in the fall than turkey hunting. As much as I relish pursuing deer, when Virginia's fall turkey starts, I stop deer hunting for the weekend. I will share the two low points. On Saturday when I finally came across a flock, I began the charge to scatter the gang - and made it all of five running steps before I tripped and fell. Needless to say, the bust was not a good one.
And after coming close to having a shot on Sunday, I was so tired that I left my Northeast Proucts Therm-A-Seat Wedge behind in the woods. I was so exhausted that I had to ask my long suffering wife Elaine if she would drive me back to the mountain where I had left it behind.
So the highlight of my weekend was my being able to find the tree where I had left my seat cushion behind. Driving to and looking for the seat took about 2 1/2 hours - lost time on a lost weekend. I will be back turkey hunting this coming weekend. Things can't go any worse, I hope.