Birthdays, hunting don’t mix for writer
Sometime many moons ago, my mom and dad decided they’d do something that would one day mess with the mind of their eldest son, who happens to be yours truly. They decided to have me in late March. I’m sure it never crossed their minds way back then that Louisiana would one day have a spring turkey season, the height of which would be going on right around my birthday. Occasionally, opening day actually falls on my March 29 birthday.