by MarkStrand » May 15th, 2012, 4:02 pm
Hey Gopher... I am a Minnesota resident, too...
It's so hard for me to think of one or a few places as being my favorite spots to hunt turkeys, because there are so many of them. I love the Ozarks in southern Missouri, southeastern Minnesota, western Wisconsin, Texas, the prairie units of South Dakota, anywhere along the Niobrara River in Nebraska, the Loess Hills in Iowa, and the Black Hills are amazing just to look at, whether you have any turkeys going or not. There are others... I know I'm forgetting important ones... and, honestly, after spending time in the Yucatan listening to ocellated turkeys sing, and seeing them out in open fields, and feeling the rush of that big blue head getting closer and closer, I have a huge soft spot in my heart for that hunt now. Originally, I had been thinking of that as a once-in-a-lifetime trip, but I don't think I will be happy only doing it once.
On the subject of post-hunt traditions, yes, Victory Pancakes is right up there... another one involves an old Top Gun hat... a long time ago, when Federal came out with Top Gun ammunition, the company had black hats made up with a Top Gun logo. Somehow, I got one, and in ever turkey camp for years, we used to make a big deal out of the hat. Anybody who shot a bird that day would get to wear it all night at camp... if two people killed birds, they handed it back and forth. Didn't matter where we were, the hat came along. Whoever earned it first would then present it to the next person to earn it, and we always shot photos of the hat ceremony. At the end of the trip, we would essentially vote on who got the best bird, and it didn't always mean it had to be the biggest one or have the longest beard or spurs. It would also be judged on the context of the hunt, and how well the hunter told the story of the kill. Whoever came out on top using this always-changing set of rules would take the hat home for the rest of that year... and was responsible for bringing it back to the first camp the next spring. Our group included my dad, my uncle Roger (with whom I will share the camp this weekend), and my dad's best friend, Gus Stoesz. The four of us traveled all over for years.
A new post-hunt celebration from the Yucatan involves the guide using about a 30-inch machete to crack open an ice-cold Corona for the hunters.
Hey, good luck out in South Dakota, and in Wisconsin... hope you get to visit the Crow Peak Brewery in Spearfish. Sounds like a spot I might have to add to my lifetime list...
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