THE MONTHS OF March and April are a time for planning. Beginning in May, it’s a time for doing.

As usual, I have spent the past several weeks planning big things for May, June and beyond. As you might expect, much of the planning has revolved around fishing and camping. Now, with what we are going through, some of those plans have already been redone and rescheduled, all of them with question marks accompanying them.

One thing that won’t have changed, even as you read this, is the fact that starting this morning, Wednesday, April 22, I will have been or might still be in the woods of north Wisconsin turkey hunting. Perhaps, even as you read this, a long-bearded tom will have succumbed to my seductive purrs, yelps and cackles.

If not, count on me to be in the woods until either my week-long season ends or there is a gobbler ready for the grill or Dutch oven.

One thing that was firmly written and circled on my calendar was an event scheduled for May 31. I’m guessing that date is very much in doubt at this point so any plans I make for beyond that date also are subject to change.

One plan I have made is to make my way north and west to the country of the Bois Brule River, which includes the White, Namekagon and Marengo rivers as well. I will fish trout on those rivers, while hopefully camping at a Brule River campground. That is, unless the National Forest Service rescinds its current shutdown of campgrounds by then, which would allow me to camp at my usual favorite lakeside campground in the Delta-Drummond country.

Trout won’t be the only fish to quiver in their boots, as I also know and have fished several tiny lakes in that country where large bluegills, crappies and perch reside.

I love the country up that way and if ever I would move from my lifelong home in Sayner, that would be the one area I would choose to live in.

A June outing I have had in mind — in fact, planning in my mind for months — is a trip to duck camp in North Dakota, except that in June it would become a fish camp. Actually, I would probably pull the camper out there instead so I could set up in or near the Turtle Mountains.

If you haven’t been that way, the Turtle Mountains are actually just hill country, but in North Dakota they serve as mountains. Within them there are dozens of lakes and most of them are filled with walleye, muskie, northern pike and panfish.

In addition, there are a couple of small reservoirs near there, one of which I fished last fall a few days before duck season opened. I can only wonder why, in 28 years of going to duck camp in October, it took until last year before I finally got smart enough to add a few days to the trip so I could fish.

Next on my list of planning would be a trip to the Boundary Waters of Minnesota, another of my favorite places on Earth. In my springtime planning, I have set up a late July or early August visit to the south boundary of that renowned canoeing area.

The purpose of the trip is twofold: one to catch smallmouth bass, pike and perch until my arm wears out, and the second to pick many quarts of blueberries. I had planned such a trip last summer, but things got in the way.

This summer, U.S. Army plans notwithstanding, I am hoping my son — a still active-duty veteran of the Army and many Boundary Waters canoe trips of up to 165 miles — will be able to go with me. Not only does he know the best camping and fishing spots, but he also has found fantastic blueberry picking spots far from the madding crowds who pick only the most easily accessible places. In his spots he picks in terms of gallons, not quarts.

The only competition for berries he usually faces is from black bears who get fat on the blue bounty every summer.

Other plans include camping trips of a day or two or three to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan where I have camped before in near solitude at national forest campgrounds and fished in similar solitude, the kind of fishing and camping I like best.

Then, of course, is the grand plan that has been my grand plan for each of the past 28 years. North Dakota awaits me, not only in June, but especially during the first week of October.

Visions of ducks and geese fill my head every night before sleep overcomes me as I plan yet another grand expedition of hunting, fishing, storytelling and harassing my fellow duck camp mates (although most of the harassing and trash talking is aimed at me by my younger and totally disrespectful fellow hunters.)

So who knows? What will our current plague allow us to do? Plans are made, but are flexible.

One thing is for sure. I will continue to make them.