I usually start preparing for bow season come July, so that helps me get over the turkeys till about January when bow season ends. Then its back to obsessing over my calls and feverishly scouting for turkeys.

But I must admit sometimes when I am sitting on my climber, 35 ft up a pine with the cold wind cutting right through me, I find myself wishing it was a cool spring morning and I was listening to a gobbler sound off in the distance.