Friday evening, Elaine and I invited Jim and Sherry Crumley of Trebark fame and Jim Clay of Perfection Turkey Calls over for dinner. Jim Crumley has long been one of my deer and turkey hunting mentors, Sherry took my son Mark on his first turkey hunt, and in the fall of 1986, Clay (picture above) took me on my initial fall turkey hunting excursion.
Over Elaine's dinner of wild turkey leg soup, roasted sweet potatoes, and blueberry cobbler, we discussed our respective spring gobbler seasons and shared our successes and snafus from this and other seasons. It is always a bittersweet experience when another turkey season comes to a close. Sleep deprived, I am always glad not to have to arise extremely early anymore. For example Saturday morning, Jim Clay and I arose at 3:25 to pursue turkeys on the last day of the West Virginia season. Despite our diligence at being up two hours before sunrise, we never heard or saw a turkey.
Yet, I am always a little melancholy at knowing that I will not be able to chase after turkeys until the Virginia and West Virginia fall seasons begin in October. As I was putting away my shotgun in the gun case, setting aside my turkey calls in their respective drawers, and washing my camo one last time, I kept wishing that I had just one more day to climb high into the mountains and listen for gobbling.
But then I thought that next weekend perhaps I could go float fishing for river smallmouths or visit a native brook trout stream. And life seemed very good.