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by jdmo at 4/16/2008 11:05:56 AM
Turkey Season
Last Saturday was opening day of turkey season down near Sydney, Arkansas where I have many friends and family. Opening weekend I try to invite myself in on the action and enjoy the camaraderie and fellowship that engulfs the camps. I haven’t hunted turkey or deer for almost twenty years, but I enjoy sitting around the campfire playing guitars and singing songs with the boys. And we play both kinds of music…country AND western!
I also like the taste of strong coffee in the morning while sitting in the cold crisp air and slowly waking up. I use to feel sorry for my buddies who had risen before daylight and were sitting out in the bushes waiting for their prey. But now I just find it relaxing.
If it’s not opening weekend, some mornings I will arise early at the crack of 9 A.M. and take the four-wheeler to a strategic hilltop where I can plink off pesky armadillos. Now before PETA sends me another nasty email you all should know that they are vermin and cause cattle and horses to injure their legs in their burrows. And also, they don’t even have a soul, (I checked) so there’s nothing to get upset about. Of course, the last time I hit one was 1996, but I did scare the tar out of one last year! (Okay, it wasn’t tar but you get the picture.)
This years opening day was special as we had two successful hunters bag big ones the first morning. My cousin Rick or RJ as he likes to be called, shot a twenty-five pound beast after a long and difficult stalk. He belly-crawled two hundred yards at daybreak, collecting a number of thorns and painful stickers, to sneak up on the wile birds. He ran through several assorted calls in proper order, to attract the butterball within range. But then still made a tricky shot to finish the hunt.
His buddy Darren came along with him for his first ever turkey hunt. He heard a turkey with 2 minutes of entering the woods. The frosty morning air caused his asthma to kick up and he coughed uncontrollably for about 2 minutes. Luckily, Darren’s wet disgusting outburst must have sounded like a turkey challenging the manhood of turkeys everywhere, as within 5 minutes he was forced to defend himself from an angry tom. Within ten minutes the hunt was over and Darren was back at camp.
The rest of the weekend was spent enjoying the arguing and fowl words (Yes, I went there) over who had the best hunt. Personally, I thought they were both equally tasty.
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