If you could hunt 1 day with ANY ONE PERSON........

[DawgsFan1]

My Papa

[310 gauge]

My Daddy. When he passed away almost 30 years ago, we did not have Turkeys in our County.Now we have a nice flock on both of our family farms. I would love to call a big Eastern Tom in and hear his old Stevens12 gauge roar one more time.Lord knows I miss that Man...

[Yoder409]

Discounting family that's passed on.... Wouldn't care if it was a turkey hunt or a them driving me to a root canal, just to see them again.

But, my younger daughter.  She was my protege' from 11 til 16 years old.  Ice water in her veins.  Good caller.  Stone cold killa.  Then she gave it up.

Outside of family, I'd pick the late, great Neil Cost.

[YoungGobbler]

Looking through this thread it is obvious what is important to most of us. It's not social standing or status, it's the love of those close to us. I hope those seeking fame and recognition aren't too disappointed they didn't even make the list. OG is full of just plain good hearted people.

Very well said...

[Happy]

My grandad.

I feel like I have to explain that one a little. My grandad is still alive but at 94 years old he doesn't hunt anymore. He was the only consistent father figure I had in my life and  somehow I inherited his love for hunting. He wasn't a turkey hunter but he killed a few here and there. Back when my grandma was going downhill fast, my wife and I went over to give him a break. We had a turkey hunt that went beautifully. I managed to call a gobbler and hen in from just barely audible distance to 20 yards and we got the show. My grandad was carrying his dad's 870 from the 1950s. Things didn't work out for my grandad due to bad eyesight and hearing and the gobbler smelled a rat after a few and was making a hasty retreat when I pulled my gun up and killed it. That was a pretty special hunt though and to this day is the biggest gobbler I have killed in this area. Fast forward some years and my grandad called me to his house to give me that same gun he carried on that hunt and asked me to try and kill one with it. I took it on a few hunts and had some close calls but no luck. It had an effective range of about 30 yards with the high brass 2  3/4" shells it was chambered for. On about attempt #4 it all came together. I managed to kill a pretty nice tom. I had my grandads box call and a wingbone and some military fatigues to keep it more time appropriate. The only thing that would have made it better was if he was within me. Since I was within a short drive of his house I did get to drive over, show him the gobbler, give him the gun back and visit for a few hours. I owe that man a lot and I woukd love to have another hunt, even if we just sat under a tree and chatted.

[crow]

Very nice Happy

[Cut N Run]

My best friend, E.P..  He just moved up to Virginia.  We didn't get the chance to hunt together once last year.  Whenever we hunt together, one or both of us is going to get a crack at a grown gobbler. He was my turkey hunting mentor and if I can kill half the turkeys he has, I'll be doing great. We've been friends for 55 years and almost had too much fun.

Jim