Done in West Virginia


At least someone (obviously not me) can still get the job done.  Dad punched his second West Virginia turkey tag last week on this dandy Fayette County tom.  I’ve hunted my ass off ever since I’ve got home from out west but I’ve continued to strike out.  I did have a few close calls back home one day I bowhunted (for the record, bowhunting turkeys is stupid), and my buddy Jon Cohen and I came really close on the opening day of Pennsylvania, but that’s about it.  This is my 23rd turkey season and I can confidently say it ranks in the top 3 most difficult years I’ve ever had.  But it isn’t over yet.  I called in reinforcements and Dad arrived here in Pennyslvania.  He came close this morning and I think tomorrow he stands a good chance of knocking one out.  So for those who care, that’s my season at home so far.  We still have more than two weeks to go.  Hopefully we can get a few more killed before quitting time.