We have been hammered with rain and snow our first week. I have still not recovered enough from removing the downed branches from mine and my neighbors properties to hunt very aggressively. I did make it out to an area that in the past has had dense turkey numbers, but ice and snow kept my disabled butt up on the flat land. While sitting there, I vividly recalled another year like this when winter would not give up. When it warmed up, it turned into summer temps over night.
I was sitting on the steep hill side, 10:00 AM Sunday morning, a warm dead calm morning. The sun was hot, the snow was gone, and down the hill on the other side of the river, from the town of Fareview, I could hear the folks in the church singing hymns. Sitting dead still in a cedar clump and occasionally clucking, there were a bunch of turkeys way down along the river that were taking their dear sweet time working their way up the hill. When suddenly something frightened them and they started running up the hill. A canoe on the river. It looked like I was going to get in some shooting as they were getting within 50 yards. Then without any reason, they all took to wing and flew back down the hill and across the river. I heard something overhead, a jet sound. A big pinky striped hot air balloon about 500 feet straight up. Frustrated, I stood up and yelled at the top of my operatic voice,"PARDON ME". A head peered over the side and looked down at me. "WOULD YOU HAPPEN TO HAVE ANY GREY POUPON?"
A loud voice answered back "SORRY FRESH OUT." The folks down at the church a half mile away got a good laugh going, the guy I was hunting with lost his footing a rolled into a ravine and I heard a woman making a cackling sound from the public pond a quarter mile over the hill behind me. I picked up and decided to see if the fish were biting. I went over to the pond and the woman I heard said, "I am very sorry that we don't have any grey poupon either, but I can offer you a soda and a brat with regular mustard." I accepted, it was a really tasty brat.
Topic: Trad hunting for turkeys... Stories and pics (Read 626 times)
