Rain always seems to put a damper on things. Thats what I used to think anyway. It was pouring down rain this opening day in Va but I decided to still go. I spooked one gobbler off the roost and thought it was over. I headed down to a pine flat and decided to sit in the semi-dry at least to keep my slate dry. I called once and just sat there kicking myself in the rear. Anyway, I see gobblers coming over the hill and I smack one w/ my 12 ga. Biggest gobbler I had ever killed.

Sorry for the story but I always lost hope in the rain. It turned out to be the most successful spring gobbler season I ever had. Sometimes you think you have that old bird in the bag but hes really got you.

Hope you see where I'm getting at with this.