Earlier this year, I lost a home and all my possessions in a house fire. Among all the things reduced to ash was a charcoal drawing of a pond I once leased for goose hunting.
Wednesday, I participated in my 30th consecutive turkey opener, but this time I didn’t take a gun. Instead, I walked out the door at 5 a.m., crossed the creek, and set up my decoy 300 yards away from the house near a rough blind I had constructed last week.