I got home from College on Wednesday afternoon of the last week of turkey season (yay all day hunting?) and spent a frustrating two hours tearing our house apart looking for my turkey calls (thanks everyone for shuffling everything around in the house and my non-college belongings being in six different rooms). To sum, I hunted every day morning and night, and had hens at my decoys nearly every time ... and didn't hear a single gobble or see a gobbler. It was reassuring that I haven't lost all my amateur skill and can still sit tight and scratch a little bit to call in a big hen to kick my decoys and when another hen pecked out around the bush I was sitting in less than 4 feet away, nearly a replay of my best turkey hunt (shooting close to 50 pounds of gobblers with my best friend sitting in the same bush) it sure did get my heart racing. I also took some great naps and saw a couple deer, scared up pheasants, and saw three yotes.*
Oh, and read a break up letter...
*The story that never was online before (TOO exclusive!). I was walking out of the woods split and before they ended into bare corn field and crp, I saw two coyotes in the field. Watched them circle around, did a little calling on my slate, and had one within 50 yards that disappeared right before I was going to pull the trigger. Figures, but still cool. Waited a bit and gave up, walked out to the truck (1/4 mile), took my boots off, put the gun in the case, sat on the tailgate and made a phone call. Got in the truck, turned the key, looked up and watched a big red coyote run across the road in front of me and stop in the field 25 yards off the road. WTH! Hopped out, flipped the seat, pulled out the scoped .22 with banana clip, hit it behind the shoulder and sprayed and prayed! Didn't kill it but it did not appreciate getting sniped at...lol