were crazy.....
i think us real hard core turkey hunters are really sick in the head....not the weekend warriors that hunt a day or 2 out of the year.....im talking the guys that sleep dream and breath turkey all year long.....and hunt every day possible......i think we are nuts because of what turkey hunting does to us.....we spend hours and hours in the woods before the season looking for the birds.....many mornings locating the roost.....and pre season here can be very chilly.....then the season opens....rain shine hurricane tornado blizzard or 110 degrees im going hunting on the opener....i dream about the day all year.....then theres the getting up early......REAL early.......i work till 11 sometimes 12.....and get up anywhere from 3am-5am depending on where i hunt.....normally its 330 and we drive an hour and 15mins to our spot.......and thats going on only a few hours of sleep...not even good sleep because you cant wait for morning....tossing and turning sleep.....then theres the walk in......i walk alot when i turkey hunt.....i walk more in turkey season then i do in deer season.....my spots are usually deep in and im always chasing a bird if i cant get one to come in....then theres the weather.....freezing cold......downpours....thunderstorms....wind like you wouldnt believe......scortching heat.....heck one day it even snowed when me and dad were spring gobbler hunting....then theres the not eating way past when your hungry.....food and water weigh too much for me to pack when im hunting.....theres the sleep deprivation....i went turkey hunting before school the other day and made it to school on time.....then theres the things like leaving family friend wives girlfriends ect ect out of our lives for the season.....we dont mean too........it just...happens.....and sooo much more that us hardcore turkeyhunters do......and why?? just for a lousy deformed feather that turned into a wannabe clump of hair and some goofy looking toenail things.... and one turkey dinner for your family?? i know theres way more that drives me to do these crazy things.....the excitement when you hear that first gobble at daybreak....the feeling you get when you sit there and wait for him to decided to fly down.....the feeling you get when you try to coax him into range....then the feeling you have when its all history and your tagging him......being in the woods with people you care about most....like dad...brothers...family.....friends ect......and sharing these feelings......i know many of you guys understand where im coming from.....at first it might sound like im complaing......but im not.....i absolutely love turkey hunting.....my seasons over and im looking for a reason te get back out there already.....help dad hunt.....take friends out........ahh my season isnt over.......i just got my bird already!!! i thought of how crazy we are when i hiked up and down a GIANT hay field hill.......hay upto my knees......at 5am......i was soaked to my knees.......and standing there freezing.....i just smiled......then the bird went off.....and i knew he was the one....and my knees got all crazy and i started breathing heavy......i knew i had to act quick because that was the one......and when i tagged him i was still smiling ear to ear...soaked to my waist now....with a soar but and my arm fell asleep from holding my gun up and i couldnt feel it.....and when i grabbed him i got all bloody.....but im still smiling....normal people dont do these things........i think were all crazy!!!!!!!!! good luck this season guys.......dont goto the doctor......i dont want them to find out theres tons of us.......i dont want cured!