Spring 2014 It had been six weeks after my mastectomy -- turkey season would open at sunrise, April 21st. Being layed up for pert'near two months, I was ready to roll out the door. I knew of a spot populated with large gobblers, so familiar with those fields I can walk in before day's light without a headlamp. (The best tactic not to alert roosting birds.) Spring was a welcome sight after deep snows and frigid cold. I dreamt of hunting turkey. But 2014 was not the norm after February 12th. In the nighttime after dinner, my husband watched his hunting shows before work while I was online double checking the locations I could hunt. I plotted mileage to drive and yards to walk in for several set ups. Typically, my favorite area is a 3/4 mile walk. But being a favorite wasn't my top priority this spring due to regaining my strength, still low after surgery. I tried to plot for less strenuous plans: A, B and even C. I had no idea how it would all pan out. I h
