Turkeys will drive you crazy...

[BellPepperHead]

You probably had a fun time laughing at me a few days ago.

I agree that it was funny to cut off my fly down call, gobble furiously at 80 yards, and then run like the wind to a real hen who was yelping like a rusty bicycle 300 yards away.

I suppose it was also pretty hilarious when I followed you around for three hours yesterday while you were gobbling in the company of a lone hen. I got a good chuckle out of that one as well.

However, you underestimated how crazy I am. I may have heard a ridiculous number of gobblers at a new spot today, but all I can think about is you two and your sloggy, mosquito ridden swamp.

Tomorrow, the waders are coming off.

Tomorrow morning, I'll be thinking of you as I duct tape tennis shoes to my feet. Tonight, my accessories will be culled to a slate call, a gobble tube, and a select trio of favorite mouth calls. When I arrive, the face paint is going on, and way before the sun shines, there is going to be an awfully weird looking beaver swimming towards that island you so love to roost on.

See you in the A.M.