When you are an outdoorsy person, whether it be hunting, fishing or anything else, you do it outside.
Sometimes no matter how well you prep or try to control things, they just don't work out in your favor. But even if that happens, you still walk away with a sense of possibly knowing a little more.
This week was the last for the spring turkey season and on the last morning I figured I better sneak out and try to bag my tom. The morning started out like most, the sun came out and a few little whitetail bucks came out and were feeding in front of me within 10 yards or so. As I was sitting there checking out my surroundings I noticed something. Not more than a foot from my blind was the mother of all morels.
A yellow that was bigger than a pop can, the biggest I've ever seen. Things were looking up, and I couldn't wait to go look for more. But I had to remind myself that I was turkey hunting. Probably 20 minutes later, a big Tom was checking out my jake decoy. This is where the good memories end.
I waited for him to clear the decoy and shot. He was flopping as they always do, so I started to gather my gear and looked up only to see him running halfway across the field. I tried, but there was no catching him. I had lost my first turkey.
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As I picked up my decoy, after a swift kick, I thought to myself I still got a mushroom, so it wasn't a wasted day. I hate this saying, but I guess it happens to everyone. I think what I will take away from this experience is no matter how much you prepare, sometimes things don't work out. But I do believe the more prepared you are the less that happens.
