Hoping For A Better Gobbler Season

With gobbler season set to go, I am hoping for a better one than I endured last spring when I reinforced my reputation as the Cove's worst turkey hunter.

For starters, I could not hunt on the opening day. I had had some minor facial surgery, and the surgeon told me I had to wait five days to go outdoors. The fourth of these days was the gobbler opener. "Maybe I could hunt carefully," I whined.

"Nope. If you strain even a little bit, you could pop the stitches out. Don't go hunting till later," he said.

As it turned out, the gobbler opener was negatively eventful. Bob, my son, called two go...