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Saturday morning, you find us back at the same tree, where we scored on my bird Friday morning. Wet, that's how I felt. The food plot was a good bit damper walking in Saturday morning and my pant legs soaked it all up. The temperature was a little...
Opening day arrives, finally. Weeks and weeks of anticipation end as we settle into the set, well before daylight on the opener. We find ourselves at one of the border properties, where I harvested a good buck on the last day of the regular deer...
Today was a day I’ll never forget. My 7 year old daughter insisted on going turkey hunting this weekend. I was more than happy to ablige. Although I’m a run and gun type hunter and don’t prefer to set in a blind over decoys I figured she wouldn’t last long climbing the hills so a blind and some decoys it was. Turkeys gobbled on the roost in every direction early and often. Other than being a little chilly it was a picture perfect morning. I had the utmost confidence at some point soon a turkey would enter the field we were set up in. As time went by my daughter began to get a little cold and cranky. Waking up at 330 in the morning and driving hour and a half south will take a toll on a youngin. I began to try to do things to keep her mind occupied in the blind. We played games on her tablet, made up songs about turkey hunting and one another, gave her some lessons on my glass call, talked about all the animals in the woods and kept the snacks comin...
Today was such a bitter sweet day. This is going to be a long one. But it’s a great story.
Like many of you, my dad taught me to turkey hunt. It was our shared passion. Our first year of hunting together I was 11 and we doubled up. He called me in a 22.46lb Tom with 10.25” beard and nearly 1.5” Spurs that morning and we were both so proud and excited.
Well, back then you had to drive your bird to the check-station, of course. After my picture had been taken and was hung on the wall at the store, we walked out and my dad realized that he had forgotten his box call in all of the excitement. I naively said “Maybe there’ll be another turkey out there dad!” He smirked, said “Yeah right.” And got into the truck. Well, long story short, he and I bagged two turkeys about 100 yards of one another within 2 hours and THAT, my friends, was my introduction to turkey hunting. I’ve been in love ever since!...
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