bvoss
Well-Known Member
This time of the year I always think back to my first turkey hunt with my dad. It was 1998 and it was our first time to chase the birds. I will never forget getting on top of the ridge and hearing the long beard gobbling his head off about 150 yards from me. I sat down, my dad circled him, and we had the bird in between us. We were both new so all we knew was to throw the calls at him. I was calling to him so hard he was hoarse before it even broke daylight! Needless to say he flew down and went away from both of us. We each killed our first bird later on that year and I've been hooked ever since, but I will never forget about hearing that first gobble! What say you?