Now for the rest of the story.
It got so hot in the blind today that I was experiencing difficulty playing solitaire on my technology deficient tablet. It was time to be done. I opened the door and unzipped the sky light. I felt like I was in air condoning so I sat in there a few minutes longer. Finally my bladder said enough is enough. I crawled out of the blind to see a hen about 200 yards away. Oh well, there probably wasn't a tom in tow.
I thought I was dehydrated and when I answered Mother Nature's call my thought was confirmed. I've seen root beer that was lighter colored.
So let me back up to yesterday the day before big people opener. I was setting up blinds. I set up the first blind for an "afternoon blind" meaning it would be in the shade and therefore cooler then the blind I was going to set up for morning, or "cool" hunts.
I got to the spot to set up my morning blind and there was another blind about 40 yards away on the neighbors ground. Well, what should I do? Put the blind where I wanted or move to another spot? The neighbor's blind had all the windows open and the door open was flapping in the wind so I wasn't sure if the blind had been up since last fall or if it was new.
I set up my blind right were I had anticipated setting it up. I reasoned if they were in the blind in the morning I'd move to the afternoon blind albeit a little earlier than I wanted.
So this morning, big people opening day, I was out of the cabin by 0540 and got to the spot where I could see the other blind. Yup, there were decoys out so I went to my afternoon blind. It was 0555 when I got there with sunrise at 0620. I could hear gobblers in several areas. My afternoon blind, which isn't in view of the neighbors blind and only about 200 yards away was set up and ready. I put out the pretty boy and hen then settled in for what I hoped would be a short wait.
The hunters in the neighbor's blind started calling on a box call. They called and called and called. Long story short, like I'm capable of that, the neighbor was done calling by 1100 and I can only imagine they were done because they wore out their box call.
In the six or so morning hours I spent in the afternoon blind I saw three hens, not counting the one I saw when Mother Nature was screaming at me, played countless games of solitaire winning a very small percentage and heard endless renderings of yelps, clucks and unknown sounds on the neighbor's box call.
All was not lost though, I found a shed on the way back to the cabin. We won't talk about how big it was because it wasn't.
I rearranged my gear and headed home with plans to return Thursday night to hunt Friday morning no matter how much the other guys force me to drink Thursday night.
I got home, did a few things around the house and headed to the shower. I was checking myself for ticks with a hand held mirror before I got in the shower. My wife got home from work while I was mirroring. She came into the bathroom. She said "What in the hell are you doing with that mirror?" To which I replied "Checking myself for ticks." She said "I'll never be able to use the mirror to do my hair again." I asked "Why?" to which she replied "Because every time I look at that mirror I'll think about what you're looking at." I said "yeah but you've seen them before." to which she replied "Nope, I always have my eyes closed when I've been in that area." So I guess she'll be buying a new mirror and I'll be using bug spray. Damn.