Yesterday while hiking along an old logging trail listening to the chatter of 2 of my grand kids and the splash of my grandson's thrown rocks in the bubbling creek below I saw the darting movement of what could only be a turkey up ahead of us. I commanded turkey dog Vic into sneak mode, getting the kids to quiet down was no small feat but they did on the promise of seeing a wild turkey.
We reached the 100 yards to where the turkey had disappeared less than totally stealthy. The quivering of Vic's legs and tail certainly indicated the turkey was near, the electricity of excitement crackled through the air between the kids and dog. I whispered to my grandson tell Vic to "Get em up Vic; TURKEY!" Vic launched charging uphill, but I had seen the turkey go down towards the creek. The sudden chain cackling, putting and large wings beats certainly proved Vic knew more than me at that moment. He busted a big flock; turkeys ran by us, flew overhead and some landed in trees all around us; the kid's eyes bulged with excitement as they gleefully giggled in delight.
Then it was quiet even the creek seemed to stop for a moment, the kid's mouths were agape with no sounds and their wide eyes darting around to catch another glimpse of a turkey.
Breaking the silence in a trembling whisper my grandson says "what now grandpa?"
I told him to watch and listen this is what grandpa does when hunting-"kee, kee, yelp, yelp, yelp yelp"
Turkey talk exploded everywhere around us, we stayed and listened for about half hour as the turkeys regrouped.
My 9 year old grandson begged me to take him hunting with me this fall, he even promised to carry the turkey for me; of course I readily agreed to take them both.
I have no doubt kids, fall turkeys and a turkey dog go together.
If you agree with me call it fact; if you disagree - call it my opinion.
After all - we are talking turkey.