The day I quit thedawn patrol, my turkey hunting life changed forever. Worn out two years agofrom a string of futile early-morning hunts, I set my alarm for 7 A.M. andslept in. By the time I got into the woods, arriving at a willow-chokedcreekbottom along the edge of a field, it was 8:30. An hour later, a gobblerresponded to my calls and tiptoed quietly into gun range. I eased the muzzleonto the bird's neck and pulled the trigger, ending the hunt in an instant.It's an odd feeling slinging a turkey over your shoulder when you're wideawake, but you can learn to like it. My first thought? That I would never getup early to hunt turkeys again.