Turkey season: A different start
The sun is still a couple hours over on the other side of dark, the time I usually crawl out of bed, make coffee, grab my hunting gear and head for the woods. The spring turkey season is going full tilt and for the past 20 years, I’ve been one of those eager participants who sacrifice sleep to get to go out and do battle with a wary old gobbler.
Instead of hearing the alarm trip, though, bright lights assault my eyes as the cheery voice of a night shift nurse greet me with a “Good morning Mr. Harris. I need to draw some blood, check your blood pressure and temperature.”