Nothing says Spring has arrived like opening day of turkey season. On a Saturday, it usually consists of getting up with your kid or buddy and trying to call a gobbler in that you roosted the night before. If successful don't quit there. Put the boat over to check your baskets on the Roanoke and unload a mess of white perch in the cooler. Throw a line over and catch a rock fish or two. If all of this works in coordination go home, take your hat off, put your gun and call down and pour yourself a victory glass of bourbon or scotch. Don't worry about cleaning anything until the next day.