Last year, my 7th hunting, I finally bagged on of the danged things. Wifey can't understand why I'll take off for a few days and hit the timbers way before dawn just to hunt turkeys.

Year before last we left on a Thursday eve for the 90 min drive to where we hunt and wife spies a tom in our driveway at 6AM the next morn. Ah well...we have a blast for those 3 days...


In a lifetime, the average driver will honk 15,250 times. My wife figures I'm due to die any day now...