Story of the Hunt

This hunt was myself and my girl friend, the second hunt of her life.We started the day like all other hunters, calling in the dark to strike a gobble where we knew there were birds roosted. The morning was warm and muggy and the bugs were plentiful! But no gobbles!

Daylight was soon upon us and still no gobbles or sign of birds. I knew they were in the area, I put them to roost the night before. Funny how you think a bird in the tree means one in the pot, but NOT true. We worked the area for an hour or so then we were off to try another spot. Having no luck at ALL my honey holes, we set off for some breakfast and more bug juice!

With a full belly and a new bottle of bug juice to help ward off these bugs we have in Jersey, we were off to try another spot. After driving what seemed to be a hundred miles (really only 10 ) we headed back to where we started. I just knew the birds were in those woods with no preasure from other hunters.

We walked the whole wood line and called till I was blue in the face but no answers and time was running out for us. In Jersey you end the hunt at 12 noon and it was now 11:45 so back to the truck and call it a day. One more call Mary asks of me, Please just one more call! So like any good boyfriend, I give it hell and BANG! a gobble just yards away from where we were standing!

We melted into the ground and under a huge maple tree.No time for anything more then popping off the safety and pointing at the bird's head.One call, three birds, seven steps away, one shot from her 20 guage with #6's and dead on the ground was the biggest jake I have seen around this part! Mary had bagged her second turkey of her life with five minutes to spare! A nice jake that would turn out to be the biggest checked in our area of that size. And let me tell you,it made for some fine nuggets as well!