By Glen Wunderlich

A check of the weather radar at 4 am convinced me that significant morning showers had passed and only some scattered patches of rain were off to the west.  It was good enough for another attempt to bag a spring gobbler, before Michigan’s late season would end.

Previous hunting sessions this spring had been interesting, but unproductive.  I had outfitted my inexpensive rubber hen decoy with some authentic turkey-feather wings for a bit more realism and, when the first hen of the season caught a glimpse of the “trespasser”, she quickened her pace for a showdown.  The furious hen danced a circular jig around the phony, made a few threatening gestures, and went on her way to breakfast.

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