Wanted to share this with fellow turkey hunters
I just wanted to share a poem my wife wrote for me.
Turkey Hunter
Leaning back against the tree
As you sit upon the ground
Being so careful to be still
Trying hard to make no sound
The beauty of nature
Takes your breath away
You feel like you are part of it
And you wish this is where you could always stay
As you sit there patiently
You double-check your gear
And give a few yelps on your call
And then be still and wait to hear
In the distance, you hear him gobble
And your blood starts pumping
You hear him coming toward you
Your heart is madly thumping
You wait until you see him
Strutting proudly into the clearing
You can hardly keep your self in check
As closer he is nearing
And when the time is perfect
And you have him in your sight
You fire your shot and say a prayer
As the bullet takes its flight
Your mark is true, the proud one falls, and
You rise and walk to where he rests
You bow your head and give thanks
For the gift with which you have been blessed