Several months ago, I told Elaine that I had a feeling that I would call in and kill a gobbler on opening day of Virginia's turkey season - today. Whenever I have that particular feeling that I will do well fishing and hunting, it is almost always accurate. Today, though, it was not.
Not only did I not kill a gobbler today, I was never in the "game" with one. I heard a few longbeards on the roost, but by 6:30 A.M., the birds were done for the day - and so was I, though I did not know it.
I trekked up and down hillsides on the Franklin County farm I was on, went through a box, slate, and every mouth call I brought with me, peformed my best yelps, clucks, purrs, cutts and even did hen, jenny, and jake kee-kees. And not one bird responded to me all day.
To strike out is one thing but to go down in the proverbial flames in something else altogether. The only good thing is that it was only day one of the Virginia season, and I will be back at it on day two behind our Botetourt County home.
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