I spent the weekend with my son in a turkey blind. Spending some quality time with him has been hard due to work, school, his swim schedule, and just daily BS. I vowed to make it happen this weekend, and used my annual trip to the Bluegrass State to hunt turkies as the excuse for he and I to slip off sans mom and sister. A man's weekend, with good friends, good food and hopefully some strutters. You see these birds are my nemesis. I am a big donut for 5 years of traditional bowhunting these birds from hades. In the meantime I have killed a coyote, an elk, and 20 whitetails...those birds have my number as of now, and even after the weekend, but here's a few pics of one of the best weekends I have had on this earth.
Our slice of heaven includes this cabin built by my friend who owns some property with me. He is very generous to let us bunk there and hunt his property. Otherwise I'd be squatting on my 40 hoping birds show up instead of being able to run and bow
As it was this weekend the birds were on my 40, but the cabin was awful warm on this rainy, cold weekend.
My bow was pretty well at home in this environment.
The temps were in the 30's at first light and Seth, my 8 year-old clone was just happy to tag along. He is not "eat-up" with hunting like his younger sister or like I was at his age. He is into books, and science, and questions
But he likes to hang out with me and I am seeing his interest in the outdoors grow more and more. After this weekend I think the tide is changing. He wants to be a hunter he said, and he wants to learn more about the outdoors. I am still smiling
The first morning we lasted in the blind a whole 3 hours. We were both cold and wet due to walking to the blind in a drizzle. The 3/4 mile walk was toleratewd quite well by father and son alike, but the chill never went away. We had a lone hen make her way to the doctored up Bmobile jake and hen, but no boyfriends showed.
After a quick nap and some warm food we headed out. To our suprise we had a break in the weather and a little suprise.
We got set-up and called a bit. I let Seth cut loose with a box cal a little and worked my scratch box from Joe buck a little. Out of nowhere a half-gobble and 3 jakes were bearing down on Buster, my decoy. Like that I was reaching for a snack for my boy and bam a shot was happening. The biggest bird stopped in the right window. I calmed myself, snuck a peak at my clone and smiled. This was gonna be great. At about 18 yards the birds got antsy and stalled. It was a now or never moment. Full draw, anchor, perfect release, then whack...
Topic: Birds, Bows, and My Boy (Read 804 times)
