I usually set up in the woods on opening day of turkey season, at the intersection of trails along the base of a ridge. But this year I put my camo tent next to some honeysuckle beneath a lone cedar at the edge of my small meadow. Most of my trees had leaves by the start of May. And it always seems to me that once the leaves are full, and the range of vision in the woods has dropped dramatically, turkeys get a lot quieter.