Morrisons Cove Herald - Putting cows on the front page since 1885.

Last fall’s opening day of the autumn turkey season was forecast to be a rainy one. Knowing that, on the Friday before the Saturday opener, I told Bob, my son, that he’d better plan to hunt on his own: I despise hunting in the rain.

Bob had been keeping tabs on several flocks of turkeys not far from his home outside of Tyrone. It was not raining at dawn, and he thought he was going to get in a good day of turkey hunting. However, a hard rain began not long after he had gotten a mile into the woods. Despite donning some rain gear, he was soaked quickly. He had not seen a turkey.

He went...