Watching a video of a fellow taking a youngster on the Alabama juvenile hunt made me think of this peril that many of us go through when taking someone else, be it a kid or any one else.
It brought back memories of last year's hunt with my daughter. We had a bird at less than 20 yards from the blind, but she could not get lined up with the angle she was at, and the height of her chair.. It drove both of us nuts.
Me: "Can you see him?"
Her: "Yes, No, Yes, No!"
We adjust!
Me: "What about now?"
Her: "No!"
She was almost in tears whispering, "Daddy, I just can't do it!"
But, I wasn't about to give up that easily. Finally she got lined up, and was able to take her first turkey. It just about wore both of us out. The adrenaline rush and then the frustration was almost unbearable.
I had a similar deal a few years ago with my dad. Bird was roosted just off the edge of a ridge. We were able to get in perfect on the flat top of it. A few soft clucks, and he was dancing at 30 yards. I had a perfect angle watching the show. Dad was too far (about 5 steps to my left) to talk to him. His hearing loss wouldn't have helped either. Any way, the bird finally got bored and drifted off the side and vanished.
He couldn't determine if the bird was in front or behind a fallen log (he was in front) and therefore didn't shoot. When he realized it was in front, it got behind some trees.
Let's hear other's frustrating stories!
It brought back memories of last year's hunt with my daughter. We had a bird at less than 20 yards from the blind, but she could not get lined up with the angle she was at, and the height of her chair.. It drove both of us nuts.
Me: "Can you see him?"
Her: "Yes, No, Yes, No!"
We adjust!
Me: "What about now?"
Her: "No!"
She was almost in tears whispering, "Daddy, I just can't do it!"
But, I wasn't about to give up that easily. Finally she got lined up, and was able to take her first turkey. It just about wore both of us out. The adrenaline rush and then the frustration was almost unbearable.
I had a similar deal a few years ago with my dad. Bird was roosted just off the edge of a ridge. We were able to get in perfect on the flat top of it. A few soft clucks, and he was dancing at 30 yards. I had a perfect angle watching the show. Dad was too far (about 5 steps to my left) to talk to him. His hearing loss wouldn't have helped either. Any way, the bird finally got bored and drifted off the side and vanished.
He couldn't determine if the bird was in front or behind a fallen log (he was in front) and therefore didn't shoot. When he realized it was in front, it got behind some trees.
Let's hear other's frustrating stories!