We watched the weather on Friday to see if we were going to attempt a turkey hunt this weekend. Friday at 5, with my gear loaded I hit the road. I was hunting with my good friends John Dickenson from Elkton and Jeremy Henricks. Jeremy and I hunt quite a bit together lately since we film everything. I am in the process of creating a NEW turkey hunting video and here are some highlights from Saturday’s hunt.

Saturday morning we got Jeremy on a good tom. I told him to use my gun (Benelli Super Black Eagle) and had him sitting in a perfect position for a shot. Benelli’s have one flaw, and I thought about this as he sat down. Then figured it was ok.

This tom comes in perfect, I’m thinking shoot Jeremy, shoot, shoot SHOOT…… Click! I knew it. The action had not SLAMMED shut and the firing pin did not engage. Sorry!

We headed off to another spot and did the usual call from a ridge to get a response.

I got a response from a tom that was turning himself inside out with every call.

I worked this tom for an hour and a half. Got in close but I had three things going against me. 1) he was in an open area and knew he should have seen the hen making all the noise so he hung up. 2) He was across a creek and there was too much brush on my side where I was at 3) there was a fence. I finally made it down to 50 yards be fore he started PUTTING. When his head rose I knew I had a 50% chance of killing him. He won.

I worked down to another ridge and instantly got another response from a tom.

He gobbled non-stop but would not come in. He was actually laying down sunning himself. We finally got some interest from him but a deer spooked him and we watched him sail across to the other side of the canyon.

Kept moving as we were about to lose our weather. It had been beautiful all morning and now it’s spitting snow and hail. We would hide under trees for shelter and wait it out.

Finally the sun broke back out and we were on the move. Heading down a steep hill I stopped to call and got an instant response right in front of me. I moved to the right and rounded a tree only to find three red heads staring at me no further than 10 yards.

Shotgun up, bird down. The hill was so steep, he tumbled head over feet for a 100 yards before coming to rest.

I went down and was surprised to find he was a Jake. I was a bit bummed at first but then I realized that WE had worked our tails off to bag this bird. As soon as we picked him up, it began to snow. When we finally reached the truck, it felt good to be punching a tag.

As we left the snow really began to fall so we decided to head home for the rest of the weekend as the weather was only to get worse.

As I thought about the day events on the drive home, I couldn’t help but smile. We hunted hard. Covered a lot of ground and saw some great country too. He may not be the biggest bird, but it was a fun hunt and it was great to be outdoors with good people and maybe we’ll bag a big one next time.

I still need to call Jeremy and see how he faired after walking through all of this poison oak, which just covered the hillside.

I have all my clothes in a heavy garbage bag so my wife and daughter wont catch it. I’m lucky. I can walk through it and have never gotten it.