I have endured a very rough, frustrating start to Virginia's spring gobbler season, and today, the second Saturday of the season, was typical of how the first week has gone. In Virginia, we have to be out of the woods at noon, and I arrived at my vehicle right on schedule.
While I was putting my things away, a gobbler sounded off right behind the car. Then he erupted again a few seconds later. Not wanting for the tom to come running toward my car, as he seemed bent on doing, I hurriedly departed.
The irony was that those gobbles were the only two I heard the entire day. I was afield on a Franklin County farm that is my favorite place to turkey hunt; yet not one tom uttered a peep all day during legal hours.
I have been rained on the past week, endured two hot, muggy mornings and a cold, windy one this morning. I called in a number of toms on Friday, but they all were directly behind me.
The good news is that I will be afield on Monday before school. And hope is something I always have.