I had endured my worst fall turkey season this century, never even coming close to calling in a bird...that is until Sunday. On the way home from a fruitless hunt to Franklin County, I received a phone call from my son-in-law David Reynolds who lives on our 38-acre Botetourt County, Virginia land with Elaine's and my daughter Sarah and their two sons Sam and Elie.
David had called to tell me that while squirrel hunting, he had busted up a flock of turkeys behind the house. Was I interested? David couldn't hunt because he had to take the boys to the other grandparents.
I sped home, ran into the woods and set up and a jenny immediately answered my yelps and kee-kees. A few minutes later she came walking in, and I killed my first turkey of the season.
What a thrill. All of my fall turkey hunting takes place in Virginia and West Virginia, and it seems that in the counties I had hunted in across both states have experienced a hatch failure.
But now Elaine has decided that we will have wild turkey leg soup for Christmas, and that is a dish that will be much appreciated by me this holiday.