Hunting Turkeys?
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I think I’ll stick to deer hunting. I’m sweating all over, I am sitting in a prison of spider webs and their occupants, and all I’ve seen is hens all day long. I remember thinking that to myself on a hot afternoon during turkey season. Hens had been walking around me all afternoon and I was certain that even if a tom were to walk by, he would hear the sweat drip off of me and run as far away as he could… not that I blame him. But, I was sitting with my father and I was absolutely determined to kill a bigger tom than he had the day prior. Crunch.
My eyes darted from side to side scanning the woods for anything moving.
Crunch.
Gobble gobble gobble.
I move slowly towards my call and cluck back.
Gobble gobble gobble.
The gobbling was getting closer as the two of us bantered back and forth like flirtatious co-eds. My sweat had decided to attack in full force and I could have sworn I saw ants scurrying around my feet running for the hills in fear of the flood that was coming from my face. But, I was focused on the heated debate that was happening between me and my tom. The gobbling felt as though it was right behind me but I was not about to move to check it out. I would fight every single fiber of impatience in me and wait for him to show his face.
Gobble gobble gobble.
Then I saw him. Wait a second… I turned to my dad and whispered “Is that??” “Two turkeys, I can’t believe it” he whispered back. I felt like a kid at Christmas who just got two of her toys. TWO! I could take my pick! The two toms strut right out in front of us acting as though they were invincible. I studied the two old birds carefully, obviously assessing which one was bigger. I was out for bragging rights after all. My turkey was in sight. My gun was ready. I was ready.
I heard a faint whisper from my father, “Easy to shoot, hard to kill. Take it girl.”
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