My 9-year old son, Garrett, shot his first turkey today and the
excitement was something else. Today was his first time ever Spring gobbler
hunting. The mentored youth hunting opportunities make for quite an
adventure. The morning started with preparing all the necessary items to keep a nine year old boy content and
concealed in the woods. We packed a lunch and drinks, two chairs, a pop-up
blind, extra clothes (the temps were in the thirties with expected winds) and of
course the gun, shells, and license. Wake-up was at 5:15 am and although tired,
I think the excitement made for a quick rise and shine.
The walk to where we were hunting was
approximately 35 minutes, but a little steep for small legs. We were finally
approaching the spot where I wanted to set up the
blind, when I noticed some silhouettes in the trees
just on top of the ridge. We immediately stopped and back-peddled to get behind a
small cedar tree along the edge of the field. The morning light was fast
approaching and I wondered if I could set up the blind without bumping the
roosted birds. I then realized my son would have a hard time keeping still like
a seasoned hunter, and took that chance.
Now I have the
blind set up, birds within site, and a very excited young boy. What else could
two hunters want on the first morning of spring gobbler season. Not expecting
this comment, Garrett says, "Can I have my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Dad
? I'm a little hungry. We continued to watch the birds for fly down and Garrett
quickly devoured his sandwich. Within minutes, we saw the birds leave the roost
and land twenty yards from our set-up. I handed the shotgun to Garrett and told
him to get ready, the turkey was coming around a blow down just in front of our
blind. The gobbler walked a path right on top of the ridge and within seconds,
was right in front of us.
Caught up in the excitement, I said "shoot him, make sure your
aiming for his head and neck, shoot him". The gobbler walked behind some
barberry shrubs and Garrett said " He's behind that tree." Several more steps
and the Tom was in the clear, his beard dangling. The shot rang out, but
afterwards neither one of us remember hearing the sound of the gun. With the Turkey
flopping around, Garrett said "I got him, Dad !
A father and son high five, lots of smiles,
and a moment where one realizes a memory had just been made. Despite the gun
shot, the other birds that had flown down from the roost were walking around in
the middle of the field and we just sat there watching five more gobblers
establishing what seemed like their pecking order as they chased and flogged
each other across the large open field.
Once the
birds were out of sight, we walked over and claimed our turkey. The bird
weighed in at 21 pounds, eight and a half inch beard, and 7/8 inch spurs... not
bad for this fine young hunter. One only hopes this is enough to start a
lifetime of hunting memories with
Dad.
...Story and Photo, courtesy Shawn Nicewonger.