I got there and it was raining pretty good. Having just got permission to hunt this particular property, i didnt really know much about where to head, but seeing as how i could hunt the next morning, i figured id go find a spot where i could hear well and try to roost a bird to set up on the next morning.
As i headed out towards the back of the tree farm, i couldnt help but grin as i stepped around turkey poop on the grass road i was walking out.
I kept walking until i came into a big bottom, and about halfway up the hill, there was a flattened off spot, very green and just felt like a good place to set up.
There was a little graveyard right beside that, buried on the flat was a young mother and her child, she must have passed during childbirth, and it was a bit of a reminder of how precious life is, makes a man realize he needs to just slow down and enjoy this breath God has given us.
I was looking at that graveyard when a gobble rang out, although wayyy far to worry about, it reminded me id better get set up.