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CRACK OF DAWN

Wynona

Four rows for a reason

By quarter-to-six the decoys looked perfect in the field out front of the blind, a coyote had drifted across the field like a sneaky shadow, and the cadence from the inmates at Willard was on the breeze. From 7 miles away its population of convicted drug-addicts were out for their red jumpsuit left-right-left rain or shine morning constitutional.

We called to tight-beaked turkeys in the woods.
The eerie echo of felons in cyclone fence was the only response.

Right set-up. Wrong birds.

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