April 26, 2012
Turkey Hunting: Sometimes It's Better To Be Lucky Than Good
By Phil Bourjaily
I have written a lot of how-to turkey stories over the years, but I generally ignore my own advice. Instead my personal approach to hunting boils down to: sleep late, get lucky. This morning I actually woke up at 4:30 a.m., thought about getting out of bed, then decided against it. It’s not that I don’t like getting up in the early morning, it’s that I hate feeling wiped out later in the day when I do.
So I left the house at the crack of 6:30 a.m. As an afterthought, on my way out the door, I grabbed a new mouth call from the box where I store the calls sent to me by manufacturers to try. I had noticed yesterday the ones in my vest were starting to fall apart and thought I should add a new one.
There were two trucks parked at the spot I had planned to hunt so I drove on to another part of the wildlife area. I got out of the Jeep, found the new call in my pocket and looked at it for the first time. I was a little dismayed to find I had picked a single reed call, which ordinarily I don’t care for in the spring (they are best for whistling up fall birds). I figured I should see what it sounded like before I took it hunting, so I tore open the package, put it in my mouth and yelped experimentally from the parking lot.
To my surprise a turkey gobbled right back. Evidently the H.S. Strut Single D “Infinity Latex” really is a World Champion Call, just like it says on the package.
I got my gear together, walked about 200 yards, sat down and called some more, trying to make the bird gobble again so I could go to him. Instead, he gobbled once and came to me. I shot* the tom at 25 steps 10 minutes after I sat down. He was a big fat 24-½-pound bird with long spurs and a beard to match.
On my way back to the parking lot with the turkey over my shoulder, I found a quarter. Seriously.
They say it’s better to be lucky than to be good. I would much rather be good, but I’ll take lucky until I get good.
And, I have added a new rule: always call from the parking lot.
*since this blog is supposed to be about guns: Remington 870 Super Mag, iron sights, Rob Roberts .665 choke and trigger job, 3-inch Federal Heavyweight 7s.