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Join Date: Nov 2010
Location: Clearfield County Pa - 2E, 2G
Ode To Ole Mossy Spurs
This writing is a tribute, a dialogue, an obituary to my sanity, and a cry for help. This writing is a tribute to a bird that has an acorn sized brain, but the survivability of an M1A1 tank with a seasoned crew. This writing is written hatefully out of love. This writing is a tribute to the Ole Mossy Spurred Gobbler.
Yes Mr. Gobbler, you and you alone are the only animal on earth that can frustrate us more than the beloved female of our own species. You spend day in and day out thundering the hollows with your song and strutting your arrogance for all to see.
You cause us to lose sleep, pray more than normal, and speak in tongues. You torment us with your constant mood swings. You build our confidence as you dance your way to our call, only to shatter our world (time and again) as you saunter away.
You, you sneaky bugger... You. No animal in the world, not even the coyote, is as predictably unpredictable as you. If a man ever learns to possess your cunning and whit, he will be able to rule the world by conquering all.
Through all of this anger, heartbreak and lack of any feasable sense; you have taught us to respect your dominance as a survivor. You have taught us to love the chase to be the one who ends your reign.
What makes a true turkey hunter you ask? Ohh its not the man who can wake up any given morning and kill your kind with ease. No sir, you spike hooked devil. I have learned through time and loss of hair what the secret is.
The secret to being a true turkey hunter is acceptance. IT is to rise, day in and day out on a total lack of sleep. It is to function purely on coffee and adrenaline and treat the woods as the chess board that it is. It is realizing that you, you fortress feathered B29 of a bird, are the master of your chess board. You use your jakes as pawns and your hens as every other conceivable piece on the board. No man in the world could ever hope to achieve the mastery that you own on your domain.
Being a true hunter of the turkey means to hold respect and admiration for the game we persue. Blood shot eyed, wild haired, tick riddled and sleep deprived respect at that.
On the eve of the season that will be, we salute you, Mossy Spurs. We tip our hats and take our places on your chess board. We rise time and again to take part in what few may even realize is the greatest game of trickery and deceit ever to take place. We hunt, we fail. We hunt once more, and we fail yet again. But at the end of the day, one of us will be saying "check mate".
A true turkey hunter is the person who accepts this role, heck we even embrace it. We love this chase, we adore this game. And we will do it again tomorrow. Enjoy your day, Mossy spurs, for tomorrow may be your last. Now where is my coffee?
Never underestimate pride; it can be a Man's greatest strength or his worst enemy