Ray smiled. It was only November now. There were chores to do, winter to endure, coyotes to trap. But the date on the page was a promise. A countdown. A reason to keep the shotgun clean and the box call oiled.
There it was.
He’d heard rumors at the bait shop last week. Some guys said the youth season would be the weekend of April 19th. Old Man Haskins, who claimed he hadn’t missed a turkey opener since 1985, swore the regular season would start on the 23rd. But Ray didn’t trust rumors. He trusted the official PDF.