At Weeks End
Wednesday evening I assembled what I thought Id need a few hours later for a much-anticipated adventure.
I laid out a can of repellent laced with 40 percent Deet to ward off ticks, a neat little fold-up stool Beverly gave me for Christmas, a long-sleeved shirt its cool in the dead of night and a pair of coveralls. A shotgun, along with a 10-round box of three-inch 12 gauge shells holding No. 4 shot, also was at the ready.
I was ready for my first turkey hunt.
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