Rainouts aren’t limited to baseball

At Week’s End

Wednesday evening I assembled what I thought I’d 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.