RECALIBRATION
“I want to stay until noon, Daddy. Then we can go.” My daughter, Mya, and I had been sitting in that ground blind for 7 hours, and it was barely 11 a.m. At that moment, she wanted more than anything to wrap her first tag around a big Eastern gobbler, but the combination of silent birds, very high winds and extremely early mornings was beginning to take its toll on her enthusiasm. Still, her determination was inspiring. At 11:55 a.m., I began gathering items strewn about the blind and shoving them into our packs. “Daddy, look … .” Sure enough, a lone longbeard stood on the edge of the field, periscoped and appearing to be 6 feet tall. My iPhone read 11:59 a.m. I s-l-o-w-l-y reached for the pot call and scratched it in…