Dad and I woke up Friday morning, made breakfast, packed up camp, pulled stands and bid each other adieu. I could have stayed for another couple days but it just didn't feel right without Dad there anymore. I thought FireTiger would appreciate getting together and also taking advantage of the opener for her deer tag, since so far she's big game hunter for approximately 5 hours so far this year. I had a turkey tag for the same unit where she is whitetail hunting, so I headed that way and met her for camping that night.
I showed up at the parking area just after noon. This meant I had about 6 hours let in the season, so I wasn't going to be picky. It took me about 3 minutes to find a loafing group, so I grabbed my shells, gun and bino pack, and took off after them. Well, I don't know what I was thinking exactly, because I completely lost them once I actually hit the ground. I returned to the truck, put together a real day pack, tried to find those turkeys again, gave up, and decided to go look for more.
I was glassing for turkeys when I stopped and noticed this guy working down the dry bed. He kept getting sandspurs in his paws and wasn't really paying attention. I called him to about 6 feet even after this, where he seems to notice me.
The next 3 hours was some of the most fun I've had hunting. It was a mixture of still hunting / spot and stalk / cat and mouse. I actually missed a shot still hunting where the turkey was further than I was thinking. I was using my upland O/U instead of my usual full choke turkey gun. There were many times where I had small flocks within range on the over side of the russian olives and when I zigged, they zagged. Eventually, I called uncle on that game when I was getting busted by other flocks of turkeys out in the open. Turkeys were calling all around me, so I decided to slip under some bushes and wait it out.
After about an hour, the wait paid off and a flock of about a dozen started working their way towards me. I was watching them through my binos when I panned right and my field of view completely filled with feathers. Tunnel vision! I was lying prone behind a bushy tree and apparently a different group had come right in. I was totally busted as they were only 10 feet in front of me, but behind a limb. One hung around about 40 yards out, giving the warning call, but the flock I was watching did not care.
I could tell they had finally made up their mind to head out of the open, and they were making a beeline to me. This was pure luck, as they could have gone any direction. As they were approaching range, I could hear something VERY close off to my right. There was no way I could move without busting the incoming flock, so I hope it didn't bust me. The flock kept coming and I picked out the lead, largest hen. They literally came straight in, and I made a ridiculously close shot. Apparently the rest of the flock was then unsure what to do, as they moved off 10 yards but could not agree on where to go.
There was still noise right next to me even after the shot.
I turned to find this guy about 4 feet from me. He was probably the smallest porcupine I've ever seen, and completely uncaring about my presence.
Pretty good for a hen, as she weighed in at 14lbs.