|Hurry up, Dad, these things are heavy!|
Cody's first outing a couple days prior was a bust. I consider it a good day if we can at least hear turkeys on the roost, see a few and if we get to work a bird that's a bonus, even if we don't kill it. We had none of that his first hunt but Sunday would make up for it.
We eased up to the blind and were barely inside when we heard the first gobble of the morning. It would be followed by dozens and dozens more until it got light. The gobblers sounded off, occasionally, once they hit the ground but it was apparent they had the real-deal girlfriends in their midst.
Undaunted, Cody and I both kept calling. It wasn't long and we got the attention of a raucous, rowdy hen, possibly the most audible one I've ever heard. She yelped, non-stop and LOUD, from a couple hundred yards all the way into our blind location. It was fun to watch and cool to listen to her before she flew across the creek.
A short time later we heard something fly back across to our side of the creek. I assumed it was her as she'd gone silent, but we heard another fly across followed by others. I called softly and got a thunderous gobble just to our left. I peaked out the window and saw four longbeards and two jakes in full-strut and a few hens just out of range. Unfortunately, the hens were feeding away from us and the gobblers followed.
|Wow, that was a poke! Two, actually!|
The two jakes were content to stay mostly in one spot wondering if they should come check out our lone hen decoy. It didn't take any convincing for them to come do battle with five more jakes, none of which were colored up or strutting, that were headed to our decoy from the other direction. Unfortunately, on their first pass they didn't venture by close enough for a shot.
After the dust-up, the two jakes, still strutting, eased back towards their group and skirted our decoy. I asked Cody if he wanted to shoot one and he said, "YES!" He got lined up and he shot a bird in full strut and it dropped in its tracks.
"Awesome!" he hollered.
|This is better than an Easter egg hunt!|
That turkey hunt will be Cody's last as an official "youth" as next year he'll be too old. The youth season for turkeys and other species has created more wonderful memories than I ever could have imagined. Each and every hunt was as magical as finding an Easter egg filled completely with M&M's!