Almost ten years ago, I went out for my first turkey hunt. My husband and I drove down the winding river road just outside of our town in search of Rio Grande turkeys. After about an hour, we finally spotted one sitting in an opening just off a dirt road. Well, I say we, but I should say my husband spotted one, because I never actually saw the tom. We crawled on our bellies towards the bird. After ten minutes of army crawling, we crouched behind a fallen cottonwood and prepared. My husband kept explaining how the tom was out about twenty yard from us. He kept saying, “See the red? That is him.”
I kept saying, “No, I don’t see anything.”
He would then say “Okay, see the dead tree about twenty yards from us?” “Yes,” I would answer. “He is right past that!”
I would try to lean up to look past the tree only to be scolded: “No! Don’t move! Turkeys have excellent eyesight. He can see you!”
“How am I supposed to see where he is if I don’t look?” Finally, after a few minutes of the same conversation, I agreed, “Oh yes, I see him.” I didn’t see anything.
I pointed my shot gun in the general area of the tom and fired away. My husband said my barrel was actually pointed towards the sky when I pulled the trigger and that the tom ducked after the shot. I had missed. I wasn’t even sure what I had missed, since I had not actually seen anything the entire time. My husband was frustrated. I may or may not have cried a little. I whined that the shotgun had kicked me too hard and swore I would never shoot it again.
Lucky for me, on the way out of the area, the turkey was running down the middle of the road. I definitely saw him this time. I jumped out of our truck and landed myself a nice tom. I was elated.
The moment made me realize I had a lot to learn. So, even now ten years later, I am ready to learn.
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