I hadn't really thought about the upcoming turkey season, and with good reason. Here in the north country, we try not to think about spring until it's here. Otherwise, the winter seems to drag on that much longer. But yesterday, just as the sun was going down, I stepped out into my backyard and heard a woodcock _peent_ing out by the garden. Then a flock of Canada geese flew just over the treetops, and when they reached the woods beyond the yard, honking noisily, a turkey gobbled. The second the sound hit my ears, my brain formed a clear and unsettling image of the big gobbler that kicked my butt last year--and I suddenly found myself more excited for the turkey season than I've been in years.