I still consider myself to be a newbie when it comes to turkey hunting, but I do think I’m starting to grasp the general strategy. Find the birds, figure out how to get close to them, and then shoot one. Two years ago, I tried spring turkey hunting for the first time and on my very first hunt I managed to shoot a sapling in lieu of a tom turkey. It was an invigorating experience for both Tom and me, but despite the disappointing end to my first hunt I knew turkey hunting was something I needed to try again.
Stonewalled by my intellectual inabilities, I reached out to followers of The 4 Pointer on Facebook for ideas to write about. As a disincentive to participate, I offered a signed copy of a trail camera selfie of yours truly as a prize for the idea that kick started my brain. The first few comments had a serious tone or at least were topics that would require some research. As Sweet Brown would say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!” I will admit that they were fantastic ideas, and should I find the time to sit down and write at some point I have no doubt I will take up a few of the topics.
For Immediate Release: April 2, 2018Media Contact: firstname.lastname@example.orgWindsor County, VT – Recently, local hunter Tim Biebel was reported to have engaged in a spirited discussion over taxidermy bills with his lovely wife. Biebel, having refrained from spending any amount of money on taxidermy since united in holy matrimony almost thirteen years ago, finally decided to break open the piggy bank…
I had just settled into my new role as a big buck killer, and then a young four pointer walked in front of my crosshairs and ruined it. My notoriety was short-lived, but alas, all good things must come to an end. Similar to The Biggest Little Buck Ever Killed that I wrote about a few weeks ago, this buck also had a death wish. As hard as a tried to mess up the hunt, he was even more so resistant to the idea of remaining alive.
Muzzleloaders can be finicky implements. They are supposed to shoot a bullet when the trigger is pulled, but they don’t always perform as expected. Sometimes they just pretend. Other times they procrastinate. And finally, after all other options have been exhausted, they shoot. The trick is to find a deer that is willing to hang around long enough to experience all three.
I’ve often thought that, despite the hard work, hosting a hunting show would be fun. Obviously, the show would be immensely popular and leave a lasting, positive impact on viewers. It would combine the sexiness of a Mariah Carey music video to attract the shallow minded viewers, but also bring the intensity found in a Bob Ross “The Joy of Painting” episode for those who desire the many qualities Ms. Carey lacks. That big buck in the first episode won’t be standing behind a half dead tree, it’ll be behind a “scantily clad, happy little hemlock.” See what a mean? That’s television gold if I do say so myself.