https://www.realtree.com/turkey-hunting/articles/a-good-read-on-why-we-love-turkey-hunting
Many of y'all may have already read this article but I just stumbled across it. As I find that I'm quickly approaching middle age many of the words in this article hit close to home. It's a great short read!
Lot's of true words in that article, for the young and older age hunters ..
Good read. Thanks for the link.
Thanks good read
Thanks for sharing
Great read,...thanks for posting the link.
...Although it is irrelevant to the message in the story, there was one thing that really caught my attention. I will be turning 69 in a few more months and the notion that I will reach the point where I will not be out in the turkey woods at first light every morning of my remaining turkey hunting days is a concept that is totally inconceivable to me. Perhaps it is "just me" but being out there at daybreak and listening to the woods wake up and being there for that first gobble of the morning is not an option,...it is an essential part of my turkey hunting experience that cannot be dismissed with the excuse of "getting old".
Great read. Thanks for posting.
At my age I mix it up. After getting up at 2:30 am 3 mornings in a row with 1 tagged filled and 1 to go I slept in. After a good nights slept I told the wife i`m venturing out. Got in the woods about 9:30 worked some bottom land to no avail. I started working an old hardwood ridge mixed with scrub and an old orchard. The birds are thinner here then they use to be. As i ambled along I asked the good Lord to help me. I did a soft yelp and got a response that I haven`t heard in this area for many years. I spoke to myself and asked whats an old man to do. I sat by an old apple tree and started to work. Soft calling sparingly. He would answer about every 20 minutes or so. Two can play the quite game. I shift slowly to where I though he might appear. To my miscalculation I heard a stick break over my right shoulder. Then a spit and drum. As I peered out of the corner of my right eye there he was. In beautiful display,neck elongated looking for the hen.He folded and walked into the orchard I took aim and pulled the trigger. After 1 1/2 hours there he laid the grand old master! A beautiful morning. Thank you Lord.
good stuff, thanks for sharing.
I'm 67 with a bad rt ankle and foot, but I still can get out thanks to the Lord. This year I got a jake after a week of hard hunting and 10 days later had a longbeard walk out of the woods on a hard hunted state forest, in front of me following a hen at 30 yds. Can't shoot one from the recliner. Thanks for the article, says why we do it. Took me a week before my rt foot felt right but it was worth it !