The weather had turned overnight. In addition the wind had picked up as well. We bundled up with more layers than we had recently in anticipation of being exposed to the elements far longer than usual. We would commence our annual turkey hunt today in decidedly colder weather than yesterday. We expected this as our luck with good whether for events is a bit less than abysmal. My wife and I joke about this prior to all events and trips.

(40F with winds up to 20 MPH)

Our hunting destination was on the other side of the forest, closer to the river to the east. We live on the shore of the western river but had rarely had luck hunting on our side of the forest. We would travel the well worn path nearly two miles across to nearly the eastern river and then trudge a further two miles north. This location was a known turkey area and we had been highly successful there in the past.

(Hudson to East river, through Central Park, and north to Aldi at 116th street)