Tuesday, May 3, 2005

Never pretty at 4:00 a.m. There's nothing uglier than an old turkey hunter at 4:00 a.m., unless it's maybe two or three of them. "You look like Rodney Dangerfield," Shivani said this morning. "I hope not," I said. "He's dead." One of these years I'll learn to get 8 hours of sleep BEFORE I hunt. Yesterday, a three-hour nap in the afternoon saved my butt. This morning, instead of dozing by an empty field for three hours, I tried a new strategy. I walked around the perimeter of my 160-acre allotment, stopping every hundred yards or so to cackle, cutt, hoot and/or gobble. It didn't work. Or at least, nobody answered. Then after lunch, I drove the roads that surround the block this parcel is in and logged four miles on the odometer. Hell, there could be 400 turkeys in there and I'd never hear one if they are all in one corner of the block. Fact is, I never heard a gobble in two days of hunting in one of the best turkey counties in the state. Tomorrow, I'm hunting Erie County, where there are fewer trees and lots of birds. That, and having two other hunters along means we ought to cross paths with something!! We'll keep you posted. Later... 11:13:35 PM    comment []

© Copyright 2005 Dan Small. Last update: 5/11/05; 10:53:26 PM.