Destination is the hunt

    We pursue certain critters with the hope of being successful. Without realizing the journey and the destination are the major part of the hunt. When you pull the trigger or let the arrow fly, most times the hunt is over.  Very seldom do we forget the memories made, but often we lose track of the trip. As of April 27, I have yet to hear a turkey gobble. I’ve had hen’s every hunt come to me, but no gobbler. I’ve lost no sleep because I know he hears me, he’s just not vocal yet. Just to be on the grounds. I was taught as a kid to hunt is my destination.
    I’ll go everyday  whether “Ole Gabriel” yells or not. If he makes a mistake, I’ll be there. Then, I’ll put my skills to the test. That’s my life.
Hoot

Note: So glad to be home. Can’t wait for that first gobble.