So Saturday the 30th was the last day of turkey hunting's fall season here in Massachusetts. I got up around 5:30am, brewed a pot of coffee, and got all of my gear together (lumbar pack, .12 Winchester, camo jacket, and knife) and headed over to my dad's 40 acres of untouched, pristine wilderness. I walked about 200 yards into the woods, over the knoll and into a nice depression that gave me good site lines. The woods, being old plots of farm land from 200+ years ago, are spider-webbed with stone walls (used to corral cattle), so I found a great spot to sit against an old oak tree nestled right against a stone wall. I made sure to hide all of my blaze orange gear and got comfortable. After an hour or so of calling turkey and drinking coffee out of my Stanley thermos, I decided to change positions. I hiked up to my left to the top of another knoll overlooking the depression, and now had a great view of 10 or so acres below me. Within a few minutes, I head a "whoop, whoop" and turned to see a large turkey flying right behind me into a tree 100 yards or so to my north. It was too far of a shot, so I tried stalking closer to the tree - to no avail. Turkeys have excellent vision, so he saw me coming with no problem. He flew far, far away, and that ended up being the only turkey I'd see all morning. I gave up on this spot, as well, and decided to do some walking. I walked all around the properties boundaries following stone walls and streams, and saw nothing more than a few chipmunks. I found this mildly disappointing, as the last time I was on the property I saw 11 turkeys and 2 does, all with three other adults and two dogs running amock. It was a cold morning with nary a cloud in the sky, and it couldn't have felt nicer getting out bright and early and enjoying the solitude that the woods has to offer. I didn't bag a turkey, but the first (and last) turkey hunt of the short season was a success. The spring season is 4+ weeks, so hopefully I'll have many more opportunities to take down a large Gobbler.
I'm just a guy who loves to hike, fish, hunt, camp, and snowmobile, preferably with my wife Brooke and our three kids, Hunter, Max & Shea. I play the part of a lawyer during the week and try to get outside and get dirty on the weekends.