Being the wife of a hunter can be strange. Life is usually defined by hunting seasons. For example, "If our house hasn't sold by the end of turkey season, then I think we should consider lowering the price." Or, "Would you be upset if I drilled holes in the gunnel of the canoe?" "Why?", I asked. "So that I can attach a blind to it this fall for duck hunting?"
The next hunting season is wild turkey. This means that I am spending my evenings listening to Jon echo the clucks and calls of the turkeys on an instructional video. This is pretty manly stuff. If Jon can perfect the Hen call, then the Tom will surely come looking for his sweetheart. It's really not that different from human mating rituals. Strutting, calling, vying for the females...does this sound familiar to anyone? If Jon is lucky he will get a turkey during the 5-day Minnesota season and another turkey during the 5-day Wisconsin season. If he isn't lucky, he'll get to see some amazing sunsets in Minnesota's bluff country.
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