He’d heard rumors at the bait shop last week. Some guys said the youth season would be the weekend of April 19th. Old Man Haskins, who claimed he hadn’t missed a turkey opener since 1985, swore the regular season would start on the 23rd. But Ray didn’t trust rumors. He trusted the official PDF.
His eyes scanned the screen, heart thumping like a drumming grouse.
He set the journal down and looked out at the frosted field. Somewhere out there, in the gray-brown woods, the longbeards were scratching and strutting, unaware of the calendar. But Ray knew.
Here’s a short story based on the prompt “Indiana 2025 turkey season dates.” Ray Barnett had been waiting for this moment since last spring. He sat at his worn kitchen table, the morning sun slanting through the dusty window of his farmhouse outside Bloomington. In one hand, a cold cup of coffee. In the other, his phone, open to the Indiana DNR website. indiana 2025 turkey season dates
There it was.
Plan: Decoys at first light. Hen call sequence. Wood line near the creek. That old tom—the one with the split beard—he’ll be there.
Ray smiled. It was only November now. There were chores to do, winter to endure, coyotes to trap. But the date on the page was a promise. A countdown. A reason to keep the shotgun clean and the box call oiled. He’d heard rumors at the bait shop last week
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