Treasures found when turkey hunting 

By: Glynn Harris

(Turkey season is open and although I can no longer hunt, allow me to dip into the archives and dshare a column I wrote several years ago to express my love for the sport and all that accompanies it.) 

We’re sitting here on the cusp of one of my favorite times of year. Its spring; dogwoods and azaleas are blooming, everything is turning green, except for the yellow dust that falls like a heavy mist from my pine trees. I’ve already had to break out the lawn mower so, yes, it is spring. 

As much as I enjoy watching the metamorphosis of the drab shades of winter evolve into a kaleidoscope of color, there is another experience that supersedes being there for the birth of yet another spring. Wild turkey season opens in Louisiana and the prospect of hearing a longbeard gobbler sound off from the roost and watching him in full strut, slowly shuffle his way to my gun makes other springtime happenings pale in comparison.