Dead turkeys and a rise from dormancy

I can't think of a better reason to bust out of my bloggin' funk than my favorite time of year... Spring Gobbler season. Still, I managed to put off any posts until I opened my e-mail yesterday and saw I got some hate mail from CenTexTim, demandin' to know that I was still alive. Of course, it helps to have a real computer at my fingertips for once, thanks to Jaclyn.

So, here I am... didja miss me?

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We're almost through the first week of spring gobbler season, and we've had a blast so far. I took my young buddy Daxton out on the youth hunt the week before, and although we weren't able to put the smack down on an ol' longbeard, we had several close calls and the lad had a good time, which was the overall goal.

Due to the joys of work, I managed to miss last Saturday's opener for the first time in my huntin' career. I gotta say, that was a pretty rough day and my head was definitely not on my work. Thankfully, Joe and Ron picked up the slack with a slammer gobbler and a jake, respectively.

Ron's Jake, no specs given
Joe's slammer longbeard - 22.5lbs, 11.5" beard, 1 3/8" spurs

When I got hired at the new job, I told my boss-to-be (who has turned out to be a first-class prick; more on that later) that I would be unavailable the first week of May. Amazingly, he honored that request, so I rolled into camp Monday evenin' after tendin' to some things around the house that needed done. I hunted two mornings with Wade with some decent action, but no real close calls. Dad and Cousin Danny came up Wednesday mornin', and Danny promptly put the smack-down on a jake.

Danny's Jake - 15lbs, 4.5" beard, 1/2" spurs

Yesterday, I went on a solo mission and was covered up with longbeards all day, and managed to miss a tough shot at a gobbler with the black-powder gun. Had I my regular baby with me, it woulda been a different result, but I'm bound and determined to whack one with that muzzleloader. Overall, we've seen lots of birds, had some pretty good action and heard a shit-ton of gobblin'... not to shabby of a vacation so far.

For the rest of my stay, I'll be behavin' as a guide... the fine folks from Bear Track Outfitters, hosts of our excellent Wyoming trip in October, decided to venture out and try their luck at some Pennsylvania spring gobblers. It'll be a fantastic time for sure, and hopefully I'll get my shit together and get some birds in front of our guests.

Oh, and I took this picture when Wade and I were traipsin' around the mountain yesterday... I thought it was kinda nifty, so I'll throw it on here for ya.

That's enough for now... I'll have access to a computer for the rest of the week, so I won't kill ya with a novel in one fell swoop. Besides, there's beer to be drank, food to be eaten and scoutin' for turkeys to be done.