It was a nice afternoon yesterday, so I decided to head out to the hunting property and try my luck on some birds. I got to my little predetermined spot that I had cleared all the brush and dry leaves out the week before at about 5ish in the afternoon. The weather was beautiful with the exception of being a little windy. Not too warm on a great March day, comfortable to be covered up in head to toe camo. 15mph gusts were the norm and as the wind would die down, I would call a little here and a little there.
About 6:30, I had four hens walk up on me from my left at about twenty feet. I thought for sure I was going to get busted as there was no way I was going to contain my excitement, but they weren’t interested in me. The ladies continued up the road a little ways eating on the bugs and critters on the left over oat/wheat/winter pea mix planted down the trail. Still frozen in my spot, I soon heard the sound of birds behind me. There was nothing I could do but wait it out. After what seemed like an eternity, eventually two gobblers strutted their way slowly past me at less than 10 feet away. All I could do was slowly dip my head down and hope they didn’t hear my heart trying to beat out of my chest. 
They didn’t pay me any attention and kept right on walking past me towards the hens. They had other ideas on their minds. Once both gobblers got beyond me about 15-20’, I slowly put the gun up and pulled the trigger on the larger of the two birds. My first gobbler down and one that I’m pretty proud of.
It was the most exciting turkey hunt I’ve ever been on and a great memory that will last me for a long time. I can officially say that if I wasn’t before, I’m addicted now.
