Turkey Hunting

A thought which occurred to me this evening around 5:00: "This is too funny." But I had to stop and think about it a little more. And then:

"...Yes....yep...yeah...definitely. This is way too funny. It'll just be *wrong* if we don't see any turkey!"

Why were these thoughts occurring to me? ::laughs and shakes head:: Because I was turkey hunting with a couple of friends.

Mike, with his orange stocking cap and--what was it???--his 12 gauge shotgun.

Dan, with his black cowboy hat and 30-06.

Oh, wait...I was wearing the cowboy hat at first. Yeah. As all of those thoughts were occurring to me.

There I was, in the middle of a big field, walking behind two guys who were stopping every few yards to listen...and listen...and listen. I almost wondered what I was doing there a couple of times, but I was enjoying it so much I didn't quite think it all of the way. The only annoying factor was that I lacked a gun. (It can't really be considered hunting if you're not carrying a gun, can it? Dad? hmmm. Anyway...)

There we were, walking through this field which had grass up to my shoulders. Mike and Dan were in front of me and totally oblivious to anything I was doing. So I clasped my hands together and put them on top of my head. One, because I didn't want my arms getting cut up by the dried grass, and two, because I didn't have a gun, and three, because it made me laugh. I looked like I was a prisoner--only, my "captors" were walking in *front* of me, and they would've had no clue if I had just turned and run the other direction.

::laughs:: Well, that would've been a funny experiment. Maybe I should've tried it. ::giggles:: Once we ascertained that the field was indeed devoid of any turkey, I should've gone running through the field yelling for help. If nothing else it would've given the guys a start!

We gave up on the first couple of fields, and decided to try somewhere else. This was when we joined by three other guys. Kevin, Solomon and Damian. ::laughs:: 'Twas quite the little hunting party we all made. Damian especially made it interesting, considering the fact that...well. Just considering. ;)

It was a cool field we were hunting in at this point. (I say "we". Was I really hunting? eeh...I dunno.) It had about shin-height grass, and some kind of evergreen tree every few yards. Farther into the field were some kind of I-have-no-clue-what-those-are trees which were much taller than the evergreen. And in those trees were the turkey we'd been looking for. (:::laughs::: Somebody ask Brian Reagan what the plural of turkey is, 'cause I don't know for sure....) It was hilarious seeing Dan and Mike freeze when they heard the turkey clucking sounds. They completely stopped and looked at each other, then they slowly made their way into those trees.

I was a few hundred yards behind them, just watching them, and I knew there was something wrong with the picture. Um, the fact that the sun had set, and it was going to be dark in those trees. Not extremely dark, but enough--Enough to keep you from shooting a turkey.

At least that was what I thought. Damian knew. When shots were fired, he whispered, "They got one!" Ten minutes later we found out he was right. They came walking out of the trees and towards us--but by this time it was getting pretty dark, so they were close before we could tell that Dan was holding a turkey in his hand.

I didn't find out until later (ah, later...that is where the real fun was....) that Dan had never been hunting for turkey before. He bagged a turkey his first time out. Well, Dan, I'm duly impressed. Congratulations!

The rest of the story shall have to wait until tomorrow. I am so tired, and I must get some sleep. ::strives for a wise expression to cover face:: Hunting will do that to you.

;)

God bless.