3:00 came early yesterday morning on the first day of turkey season. Alarm went off and after 1/2 a pot of coffee got in the truck and headed to meet my hunting buddy and his 6 year old son. After the 1-1/2 hour trip to our hunting lease, I went and set up in a pop up blind we have in a logging road they cut through a pine plantation. As soon as I got settled the gobblers were sounding off, coming from the valleys to my right and left. We plant the logging road and the log landing at the end each year and the deer and turkey tracks are abundant. Today was a good day to hear the Tom's, but for me it wasn't a good day to see them. Dale and his son ended up seeing 7 turkeys and several deer, no shoots presented themselves. His FIL, who has a farm nearby and also the lease next to us took a bird behind his house yesterday.
Theres something spiritual about sitting out in the woods and watching the world wake up from the darkness of night. Taking the time to sit quietly and enjoy the sights and sounds of the woods. Seeing the first glimmer of the orange colored sky peek through the pine branches. From the screeching of an occasional owl, to the sounds of a pack of coyotes, chirping of the crickets and the rustle of the breeze through the woods, this is what the hunting experience is to me.
