i begin my hunt tuesday April 27- evening before the third season of turkey hunting. my dad, Dan Pearson, my uncle, Mike Pearson, and i went up to the farm in hopes of putting a couple of long beards to bed. sure enough, we spot three toms out in the field, saw where they were roosted, and prepared for the morning hunt.
as always, i started off in high hopes of the opening morning hunt and felt confident that at least one of us would be able to bag a turkey. we were very fortunate to have Brad Juaire tag along with us hoping we would be able to get a kill on film. we first set up in the middle of the field we had seen the toms in before, about 200 yards away from where they had roosted the evening before. dad was in one blind and mike, brad, and i were in another next to him. we saw them come out of the roost into the field, however, they stayed well out of range the entire day even after we relocated later in the afternoon- those hens can really mess a hunter up! about 7:00pm or so brad and i decide to head down to the opposite side of the field hoping the toms would give us one last chance before they hit the roost. unfortunately, this was not the case and we headed back to camp for dinner and got some rest for the next morning.
thursday morning, dad and i set up in the blind where we had last seen the toms and brad and mike were down the field from us. right away we had a tom come in view however, he was a very cautious bird and went right between both of our set ups multiple times until a hen finally came and took him away. mike and brad could hear him gobbling all morning, but dad and i could not because of the howling wind. we decided to try and go after him but were unsuccessful. we then went back up the field and down the other side of the ridge to get some relief from the wind and took a nap.
i am startled awake by a hen coming down the side of the ridge i was sleeping on. (dad said if i hadnt moved, she would have come right down on top of me). so we got up and tried to figure out what to do- in the middle of a logging road mind you- when i saw something move down the ridge from us. i put the binocs on it and its a jake with no beard, we then hear a hen to the left of us (she spotted us) and i loss the jake. we traveled down the ridge a bit and heard a gobble. so we set up where dad is on one side of a tree looking down the ridge and i am looking up it towards where we heard the gobble. as i am picking dozens of ticks off of me, i hear dad say something so i turn slightly and ask what he said (he told me not to move..oops!) and i spot the coyote. i get real excited because i have never seen a real live coyote so i turn more and he spots me. he then goes around the other side of the tree and i turned as well, still fascinated, when he sees me again and begins to run up the ridge. before i realize whats going on, dad whips around the tree and i hear the crack of his gun and down goes the coyote.
by the end of the day dad decides it would be best if we just set up in our blind again hoping we would be able to see something since we couldnt hear any gobbling with the wind. again, we come up empty handed and head back to camp. we are now up to 29 hours of being out in the woods.
4:00am friday morning came especially fast and the rainy and windy weather did not help me wake up. the evening before dad and i set the blind up in the field where we had seen the tom that morning. so we head out to the blind, and i am just exhausted. we are barely in the blind for no more than a few minutes and i am already trying to catch some more sleep. i try as hard as i can to keep my eyes open for more than a couple seconds and am unable to do so.
the rain finally stops and i am awake for only a couple minutes. it is about 7:00am and i am not really paying attention to anything out in the field- my eyes are completely glazed over, when i suddenly see a bird out of the corner of my eye stretch out its wings. well, naturally, this get my attention and my eyes widen and i tell dad we have a bird in the field. he slowly turns and looks out the window of the blind and identifies it as a tom. i slowly bring my gun up and take the safety off. i spotted the tom at about 150 yards and he slowly started to make his way towards our hen decoy. i am waiting patiently as i watch him come in..60..50 yards when he starts to head down away from us..i can feel my chances slipping away.
he then starts cutting across in front of us but as he does this he begins to go behind a small hill to the point where i am now only able to see his head. ive got my sites on him ready to pull the trigger whenever he lifts his head up. however, when he lifts his head it is between two corn stalks and i want to double check i am aiming at the right thing so i pick my head up to make sure i am on his head and not on one of the stalks. yep, im on him so i put my head back down and then so does he. this happens one more time and i know i am going to miss my chance if i dont do something soon. the next time he lifts up his head there are no corn stalks to mistake him of so i pull the trigger and BOOM! dad is ready for the follow up shot since i am using my 12 gauge single shot, but there is nothing to follow up on- we cant see anything! after a brief moment of panic, we finally unzip the blind and run over half expecting to see him running down the hill. thankfully, we spot him lying on the ground. dad turns around and gives me a huge hug (the best feeling in the world) and i go over and grab onto my bird to make sure he doesnt get up and run away while dad goes back to the blind to range my shot. it was a 44 yard shot and i found only four bb’s in the head. we finally take some pictures, register him at the local gas station, and i go back to camp to take, what i believe, was a well deserved four hour “nap” my bird registered at 21 pounds, 9 1/2 inch beard, and 5/8 inch spurs (he was not a dominant bird)
in the end i spent 31 hours hunting for my bird and as tired and exhausted as i was, i wouldnt have changed anything. it makes it so much more worth it when i know i have worked my hardest and have earned it.
thank you dad for all of the time you put into helping me prepare for this (and all of my hunting for that matter) and for sitting out there with me. i love every minute of it and enjoy sharing my rewarding experiences with you. Love you dad!
thank you also to uncle mike, i absolutely love hunting with you too! and to brad.. being “miked up” was a new experience for me and it was still pretty cool even though we werent able to get a kill on film.
i had tons of fun and thank God for every opportunity i have to be out enjoying His absolutely beautiful creation.