I just got home from a day on the tractor, cutting the field.
My dad wanted to go as well, so last night we were talking... "Ya know, it's turkey season. We should go early, take a shotgun, hunt turkeys for a couple hours, then get to work."
"Nah, too much to do, no time for the turkeys. Besides, what's the chances anyway?".
So, we pull in today, round about 10 AM or so, and what's in the field? Yep, three youngish gobblers.
They see us, run up the hill, turn sideways, and head for the neighbors woods. We watched them run in that awkward "trot" that they do, for probably 200 or 300 yards.
We just looked at each other, smiled, and went "Yep, hunting woulda been a waste of time today....".
Ah well, at least I got a bunch of grass cut!
