So Spring Gobbler season is a busy time for me and my son (Trent) and I don't mean hunting. I manage Trent's travel baseball team and we travel almost every weekend for tournaments. Even when we are local our games sometimes start at 8am. Between that and my work schedule it doesn't allow for much time to get Trent out for Turkey. Well we got lucky this time. When the schedule came out last week our first game wasn't until 12:45 on Saturday so we didn't need to leave the house until 10:30. As soon as we found out Trent asked me if we could go hunting in the morning before the start of the tournament. My only reply was "I am afraid you will be too tired. You know you have 2 games that day? Plus 3-4 on sunday" He said "I don't care bench me if you want to. It's our only chance to get out." How could I argue that?? We spent the next couple nights racing to the spot we were going to hunt each might after baseball practice listening and doing some last second scouting. Only heard one bird that week but saw a lot of sign and knew they were there. Saturday morning came around and I wanted to let him sleep as long as possible because of the busy day we had ahead of us. As soon as I said his name he was out of bed and getting dressed, no questions asked. We headed to our spot and heard nothing when we got there. We decided to sit and call for a little bit because of all the sign we had found. Then after about a half hour of so we heard one on the ridge above us. I said its going to be hard to call him downhill but lets give it a try. Well he walked right past us as I thought he would so we jumped up and circled out in front of him and got even with him on his ridge. We "flirted" with him for about and hour or so and then 2 more gobblers joined him. We worked them for about another half hour or 45 minutes until they got into sight. Now this is the first time Trent has ever had turkeys in front of him in the spring. He has seen them in deer/small game season but has never had them strut or gobble in front of him. They put on one heck of a show!! Strutting and gobbling for about another 20 minutes or so just out of range. I thought for sure they were going to see Trent shaking with excitement and bolt. Well he kept his composure and the birds started coming to within range. There was a big tom and 2 jakes. The Tom hung up on us and started walking off up the ridge away from us. The Jakes came in a little closer and I told him "as soon as you have a shot take it or they are going to follow that bird and be gone." Well that's all it took and as soon as the next bird stepped out the 20 gauge did its job and Trent rolled him!!! I have never seen him as excited as he was at that moment even when he shot his 8 point!! I feel sorry for any hunters who might have been within 10 miles of us because the yelling and screaming of our excitement probably chased all the birds out of the county.
We barely got home in time to change and go to baseball. We didn't do so well that day in our 2 games. After the games I said to Trent "well that sucked" and he said "who cares. Lets go home and finish mounting my turkey fan."
......and then people wonder why we hunt
Hopefully these pictures post right, I am not the best with them......