Report from Turkey Camp — Wow! What a Ride!

Angus and I could have filled all our tags if things had just been a wee bit different. We went out to the Honey Hole this morning for Opening Day of KY Spring Gobbler Season. We had a half-dozen gobblers sounding off first thing. A little past sunrise, the sandwich truck must have showed up, because every turkey on the ridge suddenly clammed up and went down to get a cup of coffee and a honey bun off the roach coach. A little later we saw hens coming way– swear I saw a styrofoam cup under one wing and some dunkin’ stix under another.

After that, all hell broke loose. we had hens up in the field in front of us. A gobbler came up and started to mount a hen just on the other side of a bush from us. Then there was some serious flogging going on just out of view, then a gobbler showed up less than 10 yards from us and poked his head out. . .

Drat! I could not get my gun up before he was gone. He hung around for a while though– thought we might call him back in. Funny thing is I nailed a gob in the same exact spot there last year on the Opener, and he never saw me. The diff? Today it was sunny. Last year it was cloudy.

Then another gob came out in the road about 40 yards out. In the past, I’ve nailed three gobs from that same stretch of road, but this gob found the one spot where it was easy to make me. Curses! Foiled again.

The wind came up. We got up to stretch, and three jakes showed up at the blind. As long as we stayed still, they just stood there watching us, but as soon as Angus reached for his gun. . . Vooom! Gone.

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