My grandson took up archery hunting this year and his first quarry was turkey. Conner is a very stick to it type guy and damn if he didn't put an arrow in one a few days back. First shot at a wild animal.
This morning I got mine and even though it was with a shot gun it took all the energy I could muster up. I drove my side by side along a logging road until I found a bird that gobbled. Gave it about 15 minutes and than slid down the slope until I could find a place where I might see him if he decided to come to me. After about an hour of chatting back and forth he finally committed to about 15 yards where the twelve gauge mad a fine pattern on his head. I was jacked to have done it with a broken leg but was soon brought back to earth when I loaded the bird in my pack for the return back up the slope to my ride. On my hands and knees I crawled up the slope pushing my shotgun and crutches. It took over an hour to get back to the road. It was right at 1/4 mile. I remember when I use to run the quarter mile in 60 seconds, wow! how things have changed. After the hour long quarter mile I was shaking and more tired than any I can ever remember. I lay on the road for at least 15 minutes with my arms burning like they use to after a day of weight training. This time I got the job done but I guarantee I won't be doing any more hunting until I have two legs to walk on.
The picture was taken on the tree stump of my accident in hopes that I won't forget either event.
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THAT IS WHAT I CALL DETERMINATION!!
On your part and that of your grandson. Tough guys persevere , and congratulations to both of you. Gentleman from Tn
Thank you, sir. We're going through a cool wet spell right now that will hopefully be gone soon. The upland birds should be setting on eggs soon and this green up should produce lot's of insects for young chicks. Could be the perfect scenario but only time will tell. Hope you can make it to Idaho again this year for a good hunt.
First time I've checked your blog since chukar season ended. Sorry to read about your bad luck. I logged my way thru college in Vermont and had a few trees fall where I never thought they would. Never got me but had some close ones. Tall whippy birches are the worst, even when they're down and being cut into logs. Glad you got a turkey. Next time climb up a hill to call him so you can slide down to the road! Good hatch so far. This year I'm more optimistic than usual. I'm hardly ever right, though.
As of June 7 I'm no longer more optimistic than usual. This cold rain we've for a couple days is real hard on the young birds. BTW I was very sorry to hear about our mutual friend drowning while fishing last week.
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