Hey Treerooster...
What an amazing post! Great photos, and love your thoughts on what turkey hunting means to you, and the places you have grown attached to through hunting turkeys in them. I can especially relate to your comments on your cabin in northern Wisconsin, because the cabin on Stoney Lake in west-central Minnesota is much the same for me. Like your place, we did not have turkeys out there until the fairly recent past, but in a relatively few years it has become a traditional hunt for me and numerous family members. My uncle Roger now owns the cabin and the property, which adjoins his place.
I have never hunted along the Platte River, but have heard others talk of it. Sounds like my kind of place, and what a cool banded bird you guys got! The photo brings back memories of similar river bottoms and sandbars I have hunted on over the years... and the wall tent shot speaks for itself, showing the grand places you can put up a tent camp and spend some days just walking out in the morning, hunting hard, covering ground, coming back in for breaks. What a lifestyle it is, and as my dad used to say, anybody who isn't pitching a tent someplace to hunt turkeys is missing the boat. My uncle Roger used to set up an old Baker style tent, with the hand-cut poles, and we would hang our birds from its cross members and eat victory pancakes made over an open fire.
I like your take on the last day of the season, sitting on the deck of your cabin and reflecting on the spring. I should work on that type of approach, rather than letting myself feel ripped off by the calendar.
I'll wait to hear from you...

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