All week I had been obsessively checking the Weather Channel. It was warm and clear. No wind, with the sky high and blue. The kind of days that are so perfect they are called "weather breeders." The theory, I suppose, is that nothing this good can last, and it almost always turns out that way. Sure enough, the Weather Channel maps showed a big, ugly front with snow, sleet, and tree-snapping winds coming our way. It was due to hit the night before turkey season opened, and things would really be ripe in the morning.