So, I left Winemaker and MaPa’s sleeping while Weasel and I went in pursuit of the wiley Turkey.  It was 4 a.m. when I picked up Weasel and off we went….heading for our usual beginning hunting spot.

We arrived in perfect time to get signed in and make the mile long hike in the dark.  The weather was not what you would call Great, but we bundled up and made the best of it.  Not to say the turkeys couldn’t see and/or hear us shivering in our blinds long before they flew off the roost.

We toughed it out until first light and then we heard the distinct call of a gobbler on the roost….exactly where they were supposed to be this time!  I was a happy guy, knowing they would soon be busting up the hill right into my waiting Gobbler Getter!  There had to be at least 6 gobblers sounding off down in the holler and I was pretty excited, even though I was freezing my toosh off.  I kept my thoughts on the prize.

As the morning progressed, I could hear one gobbler getting closer, but not close enough.  Time marched on and the whole lot of them took a long break without making any sounds.  I expected one to pop up in view any second.

Today was a bit different than we have seen in the recent past.  There didn’t seem to be the numbers of deer that we usually see, I think I counted 15, where last time I counted nearly 50.  I guess they have migrated through.  My little friend Chipmunk didn’t show up this morning either.  Too cold I suppose.

So, there we sat, frozen or in the process of becoming that state and the big birds just would not sound off.  About 9:30 Weasel came to my blind to make sure I was alive.  He had seen a big Tom travel up a trail in the bottom of the holler and wanted to go try and make it wake up.  So we made a big circle and ended up on the trail high above where it was likely to be heading.  We called, walked quietly, called some more, walked some more, called….Nothing!  So back to the rig we went.

Our next stop for turkey hunting would be….well, I can’t tell you or it would not be a secret….but we took a detour and visited a friend who needed to know the type of animal furs her deceased husband  (and our very good friend) had stored in the house.  Seems she is going to go to Rendezvous and participate in “kids day” to show the kids the different types of furry critters we have in and around our woods.  We had a great visit with her, even though it was short.  And then OFF we went to our next hike.

LONG story SHORT!  All we found was….Well…A…Well, another….GeoCache!  Weasel was the one who spotted it this time.

It is becoming obvious that turkey hunters are natural GeoCache finders.  And after signing our names, I plopped down another of my famous cards!

Oh Ya!  It isn’t every GeoCache that contains a “Bears Butt Dot Com” card….by the way….Don’t forget the “S”!

Bears Butt

May 8, 2014