Springtime In Vermont

[Dean Romig]

I telephoned Roy, the dairy farmer down the road from camp, last night and he told me there were eleven longbeards and twenty-four jakes that wintered over on his farm at the manure piles. Last weekend was the annual youth turkey-hunt and he had seven gobblers within earshot of him and his grandkids. Things didn't work out as he had hoped so he wants to try one particular spot again this Saturday and would I be good enough to allow him and the kids one more day where the hunters at my camp generally sit on the opener. (as I sit here typing a huge hen just flew down into my side yard ten feet from where I sit here at the window. Looking up into the oaks I count five more) Roy will come up to camp on Friday evening and we'll discuss plans for the following morning. He likes us and we like him and his hunting/farming family. I've known him since he was twelve (but he's a lot older than me now) and it's real nice to be able to call him a friend. No holds barred though on Sunday - the truce is off and we can hunt anywhere we want. There are plenty of longbeards for all and it should be a great hunt.