I know that several months must pass before I can even anticipate the beginning of the spring gobbler season in Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia...the three states that I hunt in every spring. But Saturday morning I took my first tentative steps toward preparing for the event.
My 2 1/2-year-old grandson Sam and I hauled the Christmas trees from his house and Elaine's and mine into the woods to a white oak that lies at the left turn of a seeded logging road that runs across much of our Botetourt County, Virginia's 38 acres. I positioned the two evergreens around the white oak, telling Sam that we were building a fort.
Of course, Sam may end up playing there this summer, but this spring I hope the little citadel may be a place where I can call in a gobbler. The two downed trees should offer some concealment, and I will add some other cut cedars and pines in the weeks to come. At that same tree, I called in and killed two fall turkeys in December, so I already know the place is a favored locale.
Catawba Creek lies just over the ridge, and turkeys have long roosted there. Anyway, the fort building was something to do on a bitterly cold January morning.