When I stepped into my hunting premise, I was overjoyed to be hunting again. It had been forever since I had bagged a turkey.
Last year was the first year I had missed any animal and if we’re being honest, I missed twice. I was so furious with myself that I cried!
When I woke up at five o’clock in the morning on Sunday, April 12, I was determined not to have a repeat of last year. My favorite hunting partner, my dad, and I slid into the blind just to wait for the sun to come up and the turkey season to take its toll.
My dad called about fifteen minutes after sunrise and the wildlife lit up. Gobbles came from every direction and I relaxed myself. To know that birds were everywhere took away my temporary fear of not experiencing anything all day. 
As the day went on we witnessed an owl fight and a few turkeys out of range. During that morning hunt Dad and I switched rolls. I was like the focused parent and he was the loud child.
