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Post by HighCotton on Apr 25, 2012 20:27:56 GMT -5
Or I'm simply appreciating each and every day I can be afield or in the woods with my youngest son.
Or it's both.
No turkey on the ground today. And that's ok. This was the first turkey hunt with my youngest son (he's 24 yrs old). We were out at dark o'thirty and couldn't raise a single gobble. Then, after sunrise a gobbler sounds off a hundred yds or so to our east and we worked him closer to us through the woods. He hung up somewhere around 50 yds and we never did get a look at him. The next hour he went quiet and we decided to put the "stalk" on. Nothing. And so ended his first turkey hunt.
The cool part: We sat in the blind and had some of the most heart to heart discussions ever. Oh we talked turkey and woods and hunting and farming and on and on. But the greatest comment he made was "Dad, I'm ready to come back out and do this again even if we never hear or see a thing-just to be with you."
Thank you Lord, I think his Mama (my wife of 32 yrs) raised him right!
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Post by sakorifle on Apr 26, 2012 5:50:20 GMT -5
You have a good son there Sir i have twin son's and a daughter much the same , i tell you highcottonguide we are very fortunate, i lost my wife at 43yr old but by then she had laid the seeds of love in my kids hearts, and for that i thank her the lord. My sons are keen deer stalkers, we dont have wild turkeys here but it does sound fun, makes me want to emigrate over there, heheheh regards Billy
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Post by whitetail1 on Apr 26, 2012 6:31:39 GMT -5
That's what it's all about, right there. Awesome day for you two.
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Post by Decatur on Apr 26, 2012 8:42:26 GMT -5
Cool! Better luck next time!
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