Found everything. Got the coffee fixed and the thermos full. Some snacks in the pack and camo’d up. And, it was only 5:30 a.m.
A short drive to a friend’s farm, the blind set up and still dead silent in the dark, and it was 6 a.m.
Then it happened. A gobble! Birds flying down and more gobbles, it’s 7 a.m. After a few calls it sounds like the bird(s) are heading my way. A movement, a red head, my bird on the way!