As I rounded a corner on one of the dirt roads, I saw a large hen head off into the bushes. Getting a bit too excited I quickly threw up a pop up blind and tried to make a few quick calls, but it was just a futile attempt in calling the turkey back to where she had been. I knew I was waisting my time at that point but thought it was worth a shot.
the next morning, I was getting ready to head out before sunrise, when my wife decided she wanted to join me on my hunt. We headed out to one of my favorite deer hunting spots because it’s and old barn with plenty of room for two people to sit and and lookout the large open window.
Now I don't ever pretend to be the most experienced hunter or most knowledgeable of all things outdoors, but I have learned enough to know that the best way to turkey hunt is to post up and try and be as still as possible as you call turkeys into your location. That being said, my lovely wife did agree with that philosophy and decided we needed to walk the property to find the turkeys.
As luck would have it, we walked about 200 yards down the road when we walked up on another hen crossing the road. As we got closer the hen ran into the bushes and took off. We both felt disappointed but decided to give it one more try. We hunkered down behind another blind to try and call some turkeys to us. After about 30 minutes in the cold morning air, and nothing but a few rabbits joining us in the field in front of us; my wife decided she had had enough of this whole turkey hunting thing.
Although the hunting trip was a bust, it was actually kind of nice for my wife to spend a little time learning what it’s like to spend a little time in the woods on a hunt.