04/05/2026
Cool air, and a blanket of fog hovering over a dimly lit field. As an orchestra of songbirds announces the sun’s ascention, we anticipate the awakening of the turkey hunters closest companion, the wise, yet social crow. In just moments, it sounds off a raspy cadence that pierces the commotion of the inferior birds below it. The silence that follows is instantly shattered by a violent, rattling gobble from deep inside a dark canopy of mature pines, and the match is underway. Welcome back, Spring.
