SATURDAY SOLO TURKEY HUNT
Early afternoon turkey hunting. Words can't show the beauty of Missouri woods. I saw two deer feeding in soybean fields. No birds, it's late in season but I WALKED nice n slow, happy after a broken ankle. A bit of drizzle didn't ruin my day- it smelled fresh. Wet alfalfa smells sweet. Usual crop fields are fallow this year. I found a licking branch above a scrape and fresh tracks walking along the tractor path mowed months before. U sually prime turkey hunting i f the weeds hadn't been so tall.. No other hunters bumped into my path, no dogs ran through to startle a flock of birds my way . I watched an eagle fly, squirrels running up and down trees and a hawk caught one. The squirrel didn't let out a sound as the hawk swooped in and snatched it off the tree. My foot got sore, I rested, drank cold coffee. Texted my husband I was headed home after one last hunt. Be safe he replied (from his tree stand). We