-By Rich Miller
It seems like every year when the opener of turkey season rolls around Mother Nature decides to give us all of the rain that we can stand. This past Saturday morning was our youth turkey hunt day and it was no exception. I was taking my seven-year-old nephew Porter on his first turkey hunt. I had told him several weeks ago that if he practiced shooting his shotgun everyday and got to where he was hitting the target every time, I would take him on the youth hunt this year.
We had the perfect place to take him to get his first turkey too. This place has always been automatic for us on opening day and this year was looking no different. Between seeing birds while we had been there working on the property and getting plenty of pictures of them on our game cameras, we had determined that there were at least nine different gobblers not counting the jakes on the property. So we were really confident about getting Porter on a big longbeard.
Well as hunting goes whenever you think you have something that looks to be foolproof there is always something that can go wrong. The last couple of years the thing has been Mother Nature. Whether it is the youth hunt or opening day it always seems to be raining. Well this past Saturday was no exception for Porters hunt. Porter had held up his end of the bargain so there was no way we could back out of taking him whether it was raining or not. Porter was bright eyed and bushy tailed when I met him at 6:30 Saturday morning. The rain had stopped overnight and we were supposed to have a two or three hour window before the heavy storms got here. We got the blind in place, the turkey decoys up, and settled in the blind well before daylight. It seemed like it took forever before the skies started to lighten up due to all of the cloud cover we had. We had set our blind up in a food plot in between a creek bottom and a pasture where the turkeys usually roost. Being in this position is usually a perfect place to find a lonely gobbler looking for a hen. As it got more daylight we did have a couple of birds gobbling toward the pasture but they didn’t gobble very much at all. Porter was very anxious and wondering when the turkeys were going to show up. After we heard the turkeys gobble we also heard some hens calling. After that it was dead we never heard another peep. We called and waited and waited all to no avail. By this time the rain had started back and it was getting harder and steadier by the minute. We stuck it out until about 9:30 and never saw or heard another bird. No matter how bad Porter wanted to get a bird or how bad we wanted him to get a bird, it just didn’t work out for him. I guess the birds were smarter than we were. While we were out in the wet and nasty weather they stayed in.