I went out on my second turkey hunt this morning. It was short, we only had a couple of hours, but my buddy wanted to give it a shot.
As I frequently do, I under-dressed for the weather, it was 45 degrees when I stepped out of my vehicle at 5:45 AM. It’s May for crying out loud! I was thinking 60. Luckily, my buddy had an extra shirt that, coupled with the adrenaline, kept me warm enough.
We had a couple of gobblers right off the bat. Our stand is about a mile north of the Ninescah river with a country road between us and the river. The turkeys were down along the river, we could hear them in the tree line there when we pulled in. We hurriedly got set up and waited for the sun to come up.
I haven’t got the knack for calling yet, so my partner was chattering on his slate call. He saw the jakes get up to the road, but they wouldn’t cross into our field. He called at them for over an hour and they just weren’t that interested.
So, I’m zero for two now. But that’s alright. It’s always good to get out in the field. And in this instance, I can be patient.
Keep your powder dry.
Update (5-4-2010): it looks like I’ve managed to get poison ivy. I saw it, had hoped that covering every inch of my skin with clothing would keep from getting it. But not so. Must. Not. Scratch.