Last weekend was the first one of spring turkey season, so Kip and I went up to Manhattan to see his family. I certainly didn't go hunting, but Kip went with his dad on Saturday. Let's review things that pre-Kip I did not know...
- There are two turkey seasons.
- The dates of any turkey season.
Kip worked as a park ranger during part of college and afterwards, and he knows so many things about the Flint Hills. We watched the prairie fires stretch on between Topeka and Manhattan and saw the haziest sunset as we neared his childhood home. Kip is at home in the places where there is more open land and sky than pavement and housing, and it was a relaxing Friday night drive after a long week of work.
For everything I don't know about hunting, I know this about the weekend - it was a very good one. Time with Kip's family is invaluable. I got to hang out with Kip's two brothers and his mom while Kip hunted, and they are extremely good to me. They listened to me explain Etsy and talk about my final grad school project. I heard a dozen more stories about the trouble the three boys got into growing up and shared good food with good people. No one shot any turkeys, but as we drove home in Sunday's rainstorms, I was thankful and sure that the blessings are numerous in the places where the prairie meets the sky.