“Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.” – Bruce Lee
I don’t have any problem admitting I have made a lot of mistakes. My faults and vices are legion (that means I have a lot of them), and for some reason I don’t have any problem confessing it to you. Maybe it is because I figure all of my shortcomings are so obvious to everyone, it is just better I go ahead and come clean about it. I don’t know.
The mistakes I am talking about have spilled onto all parts of my life, including turkey hunting. If you have been reading these pages and paying any attention, you may have picked up on the fact that turkey hunting has been a part of my life for the last 40 or so years. (Not really sure if that is good or bad.)
While I am in the confessional here, I want to fully admit that when I started my son turkey hunting, I did almost everything wrong. This was a few years ago, and it is probably true I hunted turkeys with a fervor akin to a crazed weasel. Getting out of bed while the chickens were still snoring, getting in the woods in the dark, taking long, strenuous hikes and then spending lots of time sitting at the base of a tree moving nothing but your eyeballs.
Sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it? Yeah, I know. He didn’t think so either.