Great gobbler action can happen in the p.m.

I love watching daybreak as much as anyone, and seeing the sun rise in April or May can be a near-religious experience, especially after a long Midwestern winter. But there’s a price to be paid for witnessing those gorgeous spring dawns, and it gets steeper as the season progresses. Punching the alarm at 4 a.m. is exciting on the opener, something less so on Day Two, and by the third morning, I’m groaning and swatting at the clock like it’s a pesky fly.