tis the season

"may all your spring mornings be greeted by the great monarch of the woods, sounding his presense, over his domain". this is a quote by a fellow hunter about that magical time of year we all know and love as turkey season. also commonly known as thunder chickens, the wild turkey missed becoming our national symbol of freedom by 13 votes. i have to say im kinda glad because when i think of fearless and powerful, the turkey isnt exactly what comes to mind. nevertheless, its a sport in which i love and ive always looked forward to march because i know ill once again be chasing ol tom through the swamps and fields of the deep south. so, if its turkey season, its also time for the bass to be spawning. i remember fishing behind #7 with dad and wearing the green trout out! grandpa and i fished a tournament together years ago. we didnt catch a thing. but i wouldnt trade that day for nothing in this world. theres just something about this time of year that brings back so many memories. although winter/fall is my favorite time of year, i cherish the days in the great outdoors in the spring. everything is born again and becomes green. the dogwoods and magnolias are in bloom and they fill the air with an aroma that is unmistakable. i had been turkey hunting everyday and i had heard turkeys gobble every single morning without fail. i talked dad into going the next morning. we got there well before daylight and got ready for the thunder chickens to begin their morning ritual of gobbling. well, 5 miles later we still hadnt heard a single bird. dad looked at me and said, " junior, i think the only turkeys out here are me and you". we both got a good laugh out of that and continued on. after we got in the truck, dad said next time you want to do this, we will go to wingfield and run around the track for a while. needless to say, he wasnt waking me up the next morning to go again. these are all of the things that come back to visit my thoughts this time of year. so, as this blog started, i will end it the same way. may all your spring mornings be greeted by the great monarch of the woods, sounding his presense, over his domain.