As opening day approached I started getting everything in order and packed in my Jeep. Gun patterned and ready. Decoy – check, turkey chair – check, vest – check, calls – check, Thermacell – CHECK!! As luck would have it the opening weekend of turkey season fell at a time when the company my husband, David, works for decided to start a shut down. This would mean he would probably miss most if not all of turkey season. He is not a huge turkey hunter but he was really excited for me and wanted so bad to help me in any way in could. I listened to what advice and tips he had for me and also grilled many friends and relatives.
land and rest on my knee and of course a number of hens and a few more jakes. One afternoon I had a couple of hens behind me for close to 90 minutes and I would mimic the sounds they was making. What a better way to practice and perfect my calling! Mid season I did see a nice mature Tom but had no shot at him but truly enjoyed watching him strut his stuff through the brush. I had a few minor incidents involving nature which caused panic then hysterical laughter. The main one being when a Sagebrush lizard jumped from a pine tree onto my chest! Very glad there were no cameras around as I rolled out of my turkey chair onto the ground and proceeded to roll around with the lizard running all around my head and chest. It finally jumped from me onto a brush pile at which point I jumped up and very pointedly told him “permission was not granted for that”. I don’t think he cared. I told everyone a Komodo Dragon attacked me!
Saturday was not very productive other a few hens here and there and those 2 jakes which I saw almost every weekend. Sunday morning came and I headed down where I had last seen turkey the day before. By mid morning I was seeing hens but not much else. After lunch the 2 jakes were back. Several times over the course of a few hours I had each one in my sights but could not bring myself to pull the trigger. I had to leave that day by 3pm so the season ended with no turkey for me. As I was driving home and talking to my husband I told him I probably should have shot one of the jakes. His response was “No, follow your heart and have no regrets.” He reminded me of all the fun I had and lessons I learned. At that point I knew I had made the right decision. Now by no means am I saying shooting a jake is wrong. It was a personal choice for me in my maiden season and I feel good about the choice I made because I know next year they will be there and maybe, just maybe, I will have another shot at them. I have always told others that do not hunt that it is not always about the harvest but it is always about the hunt!