This year, at the age of 51, I harvested my first turkey. Growing up, I spent many years hunting turkeys with my grandfather. He was a great outdoorsman and he taught me how to hunt, but we never had success turkey hunting.
Or, I would get too excited and just plain miss.
After more than 25 years of not hunting turkeys, my hunting buddy Sam and I decided to try.
We have always hunted deer and been very successful, so off to the woods we went under a full moon on opening weekend. It was a warm morning and the birds were chirping. What a great time to be outdoors!
As daylight broke, we sat on the edge of a field waiting to hear a gobble. At first we heard nothing and Sam suggested we move further down. By this time, it was light outside.
Just as we got to a few trees at the field’s edge, we heard a gobble. I had forgotten how fast the old heart rate could go up as we scrambled to find the best place to set up.
After a few minutes of playing musical trees, Sam began calling. Four gobblers just over the hill answered. It was not long before I saw two turkey heads headed our way. I heard hens just out of sight also calling; Sam had competition.
Sam continued to call and I could hear the two birds answer. Unfortunately, the two gobblers headed down the hill toward the real hen calls and disappeared.