I recently found myself clad in camouflage, nestled motionless among briars, crawling ticks and mounds of poison ivy when I embarked on my first turkey hunting expedition.
We were hunting on a beautiful, hilly, hay and pasture covered farm in Harrison County. We tent camped for two nights and the weather was generally rainy and cold despite the mid-May calendar date. (It is a bad sign when you see the farm owner covering her garden plants with blankets headed into evening when you are tent camping outside.)
I never saw a turkey, but despite the general unpleasantness of the weather, ticks, briars and poison ivy, it was still a wonderful experience. We cooked our food over a campfire and shared many stories of the turkeys we thought we might have heard crying out from the depths of the wooded hollows. One person in our group, an experienced turkey hunter, got a large gobbler.… Continue readingRead More »