Friday night about a week ago, the weatherman predicted the perfect forecast for the following day. Highs in the upper 70s, very little wind, bluebird skies. Awesome turkey weather. The birds were really starting to turn on so . . . the boys and I went golfing.

That’s right. And none of us wore a stitch of camo!

You see, I’ve had enough of these ol’ Easterns waxing our tails for several weeks now, so Harman, Alex and Lucas decided on a whim they wanted to go “knock it around.”
It had been a while since our last golfing adventure. As a matter of fact, the last time we went last fall, two of my boys (they shall remain nameless) became more interested in chasing an armadillo with a 5 iron than finishing the round in a timely manner. Luckily, a thick briar patch saved us all from any suspense.

As the boys were locating clubs throughout the house, basement, yard, garage, etc., Ginger says, “I hope ya’ll have fun today.”
I replied, “It ought to be interesting, Harman’s playing in flip flops.”
Her comeback was instant, “David, you can’t let him wear those! Please teach him something about golf etiquette.”
“Alright!” I answered, “I just think they’ll be more comfortable than boots.”

On the way to the course, we took a vote and decided you can’t play good golf on an empty stomach so we stopped by the local hamburger/hotdog joint, Charlie Joseph’s, and while we were there, it dawned on me why Ginger seemed a little uptight about our choice of attire.

“She thought we must have been invited to play at the country club!” I discovered.
No wonder! We were going to the American Legion. We were going to be overdressed!

During lunch, my phone rang and my reasoning for golfing instead of turkey hunting was justified! Brad Farris, my buddy from Primos Hunting Calls called. Before the end of the conversation he asked how our spring had been in Georgia and, not wanting to tip my hand, I answered that it had been “different.” Brad countered with “weird” and then we both confessed that the turkeys had kicked our butts. We both felt better. Let’s go tee it up boys!

How’d we do? 18 balls later we finished the round. No flat tires. No stitches. No fights. There were some accusations of cheating. Harman birdied the last par 3. Alex made par on the last par 4. Lucas and I got our money’s worth!

All in an effort to expand the boys horizons. You can’t think JUST about turkey hunting during the spring. Can you?