Wednesday, May 19, 2010
DAYS GONE BY...
So that afternoon, I went to check it out, after we decided to take the night off and go out to eat with Keith and Felicia to the Texas Roadhouse. It was a good time, but it was raining pretty much the whole time, so we just decided to head home after that. Pat and I went home and snuggled in bed and were asleep by 8:00. It felt good.
Day 5, Sunday...the FINAL day I had to score a bird. Pat and I went out early, around 3:00. It was a long sit until 5:30...about the time the action usually starts. It wasn't until about 6:00 when the birds showed up. One hen at a time, from the NE corner of the field, which was directly to our right. I remember seeing the toms work that edge more than once, so I was SURE they would do it again. I was counting each hen, one by one...when finally, I looked, and yelled (in a whisper), "TURKEY ON THE FIELD! OH MY GOD! IT'S A TOM! HE'S COMING! HE'S COMING!!" So, obviously, Pat was going to be the one with the level head in this situation...he said, "get your gun up"...so I did. I was shaking SO BAD! I had to laugh at myself because typically I don't get all worked up and shaky until AFTER the kill...this was a serious rush! And to make matters worse...there were TWO toms coming! Right down the wood line, just like I had predicted! The turkeys were SO CLOSE, you could literally see their eye balls moving...turkeys have impecable eyesight, so I'm really not sure how we pulled this one off without them seeing us first and bugging out. The toms were working their way toward us, I had the gun up, SHAKING MISERABLY, and the choke tube was actually sticking so far out the tent, I should have been able to tickle their beards! LOL The first tom came by...I didn't take the shot because I wanted to see what "Number 2" looked like first...and then Number 2 showed up...he was beautiful...after flashbacks from my first turkey hunt, I told Pat to the back of my shoulder so I didn't flip over when I took the shot... So with Pat whispering "SHOOT!" in my ear, I tried to steady myself and take a deep breath and "WAH-WHOOMP!" The shot was fired...I couldn't even see what happened after that, other than Pat bolting out of the blind... When I regained my scruples, I saw him standing next to my bird...I dropped him where he stood...I was finally able to breathe again! I came out of the tent and that is when the BEST part of the hunt happened....Pat smiled at me and said, "YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT!" And he picked me up and hugged me and picked me up right off the ground! I never felt that he was so proud of me before! After the adrenaline wore off, only a couple minutes later, that's when I started crying, then laughing, then crying...I'm a freaking basket case after I kill something. Go figure. I couldn't even dial my cell phone to give mom the news. Pat had called him mom who I assumed asked if I was happy, and Pat replied, "she's in tears". Ahhhhh...I delivered for the mafia and bagged an awesome bird too. :)