Atchman2
Well-Known Member
I hired a guide for one day of turkey hunting. It was pretty inexpensive to be honest and I thought I might learn something.
We met at 5 AM up in Sevierville and winded up through the mountains to a big holler. There was another couple there (on their honeymoon) going along as well. I thought we would be in two separate areas, but we were just a couple hundred yards away from each other.
Looking out of my blind down the "holler". That is the end of my Barnett Crossbow.
Sure enough as it got closer to light, gobblers fired up all around us. I even heard one walk down the ridge to my left, but I couldn't see him in the darkness and laurel. Not three minutes later I hear a "BOOM". The "bride" got her bird.
The guide texted me to start calling from my blind that there were two birds to my right. However, when they shot they skeedaddled and I never saw them. In fact the only turkeys I saw that day were standing on the side of Pellissippi Parkway.
Either I have the worst luck, or I'm the worst turkey hunter in the history of the world. I really wished I was the only one going with the guide, but I should have asked before I booked the hunt that morning. Live and learn.
(I really need an Eastern for my Grand Slam and time is running out for the kid.)
We met at 5 AM up in Sevierville and winded up through the mountains to a big holler. There was another couple there (on their honeymoon) going along as well. I thought we would be in two separate areas, but we were just a couple hundred yards away from each other.
Looking out of my blind down the "holler". That is the end of my Barnett Crossbow.
Sure enough as it got closer to light, gobblers fired up all around us. I even heard one walk down the ridge to my left, but I couldn't see him in the darkness and laurel. Not three minutes later I hear a "BOOM". The "bride" got her bird.
The guide texted me to start calling from my blind that there were two birds to my right. However, when they shot they skeedaddled and I never saw them. In fact the only turkeys I saw that day were standing on the side of Pellissippi Parkway.
Either I have the worst luck, or I'm the worst turkey hunter in the history of the world. I really wished I was the only one going with the guide, but I should have asked before I booked the hunt that morning. Live and learn.
(I really need an Eastern for my Grand Slam and time is running out for the kid.)