And the early morning sky begins to glow.
There's a booming gobble in the valley below.
My heart starts pounding; adrenaline flow.
I ready myself for nature's show.

I notice the woods, mostly gray and brown,
As I find a tree and settle down,
Sprigs of green are all around
And soon lush plants will be abound.

Lest I forget why I am here,
The silence is broken by a gobble near.
He's coming fast, too fast I fear.
My call was too good, too crisp, too clear.

I put on my gloves and pull down my headnet.
I look around, but I don't see him yet.
I think to myself, this is as good as it can get,
On this turkey's life I am willing to bet.

He came in on a run, I thought he'd gobbled his last.
I sat in awe as he ran right past.
In retrospect it happened too fast.
Again that turkey kicked my butt!

- Brent Bacon ©

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