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The
Gobbles Of Spring
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Since 10-14-2001
It's a cool spring morning. A little damp from the dew, especially down here by the creek bottom. There's a light "fog" rising up from the creek.
Here I am, just a few yards from where I impersonated a Barred Owl last night and got those toms all worked up. It's a little dark still, but in a few moments the sky will be turning a glowing pink awakening the forest.
Ah..... There it
is. More beautiful every time I see it. Washing away the
star covered blanket of night.
A few caws on the old crow call.............gobble gobble..............There they are. Right where I thought I would hear them. I will move in just a little more. .........gobble gobble.... There that is close enough... I hope. Whats that, a fallen tree? Perfect! I'll set up right here. .......... A few soft treee calls...... gobble gobble.......... A fly down cackle........GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE......... A few yelps...... A couple clucks......GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE........ THERE HE IS ............Beautiful, such a magnificent creature...........
Thank you God....... Thank you
by: Jay (thanks for your addition)