When the alarm rang out it's so-loud chime at 0300 I thought I was in some kind of torture device. After taking an elbow from my wife and young daughter who had crept in like a thief in the night to steal the covers from the two of us, I dressed cat-like quick and guzzled coffee. I bypassed my blind in the garage and grabbed my ghillie...I was taking a chance that the rain was nearly done, that the 2 hours in the truck would move quickly, and that the bird that had been gobbling on the roost last weekend would still be there.
Exiting the auto in plenty of time to walk the half-mile in, my pack felt light. I then remembered, no blind. A stool, a bushy jacket recommended on this site by John, a fellow IL Tradganger, and a hat my daughter and I had made a couple of weeks ago were all I needed today.
I took my pruners and got to work cutting out a hole to shoot through the honey-suckle, put out my new Avian X dekes dubbed "Sparky" and "Jewel" by the before-mentioned coverhog, and took a seat. Not five minutes later a goose overhead awoke the tom and he let out a raspy gobble, fit for the old bird he was.
*Sparky, goodboy, stay!
More to come...