I have a spring turkey hunting scrapbook. That album of course has photos along with old permits on which notes about the hunts are scribbled. 

Time never stops, and my kids are gone from home at this time … That does not mean that we still do not take every opportunity to hunt and fish together. 

If you have been reading my blog for some time, you know my attention in the spring gets drawn from fins to feathers–gobbling, turkey feathers.

It is that time of year again.  Spring!  The fish are biting, the ‘shrooms are popping, turkeys gobblin’.