March 28, 2025 • 20 mins
If you've never hunted under the bubble or experienced its effects, consider yourself lucky. Major Leaguers call it a slump and sales people call it a dry spell. Regardless of what you call it, when it happens to a hunter there's only one sure way to get through it-- you'll have to get some help. Brent's explaining how his brother Tim hunted his way out of it once with the help of their turkey hunting mentor. Brent's also sharing the details of April 18, 1985, a date for him that lives in acclamation. You're gonna like this one.
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Welcome to This Country Life.
Speaker 2 (00:06):
I'm your host, Brent Reeves from coon hunting to trot
lining and just general country living.
Speaker 1 (00:12):
I want you to stay a.
Speaker 2 (00:13):
While as I share my experiences in life lessons. This
Country Life is presented by Case Knives on Meat Eaters
Podcast Network, bringing you the best outdoor podcast.
Speaker 1 (00:25):
The airwaves had off.
Speaker 2 (00:27):
All right, friends, grab a chair or drop that tail gate.
I've got some stories to share. Escaping the bubble and Turkey.
Number one Turkey season is upon us and I couldn't
be happier. It's the only hunting season I ever threatened
(00:49):
to quit a job over, and now it's part of
my job.
Speaker 1 (00:53):
Sweet mother of Pearl, It's Turkey.
Speaker 2 (00:54):
Week here at Meat Eater, and all week long, it's
been a virtual Turkey palooza. Steve's podcast and Cal's are
Turkey themed. I was a guest on a true crime
special episode hosted by our very.
Speaker 1 (01:07):
Own Jordan Sellers.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
Jordan put this unsolved, intriguing mystery together that I hope
you adults will listen to. Who knows you may know
something that could help bring this case to a close.
They're all on the meat Either podcast channels and not
hard to find. My friends Gary Stanton and Charlie Moncaster
of Muscadine Bloodline are talking turkeys over at God's Country.
(01:30):
Then you've got Spencer's Turkey Tribune, the Render, and yours
truly was on cutting the distance just yesterday with Dirk
Durham over at Phelps Game Calls. Turkeys in the morning,
turkeys in the evening, turkeys at supper time. We're off
and running. And now I'm gonna tell you a story.
(01:56):
For eight years in a row, from when he first
started turkey hunting, my brother Tim would get his limited
birds at Arkansas. Then you could kill two male turkeys,
only one of which had to be an adult. In
other words, you could kill a jake, a juvenile male
turkey that historically had been reserved for kids in first
(02:18):
time or inexperienced hunters. It was perfectly legal, but so
was shooting mallard hens. But just because you could do
something doesn't mean you should. It was frowned upon and
seen as not being as much of a challenge as older,
more weary turkeys. They tasted the same. I know this
(02:38):
because desperate times have called for desperate measures. And while
I wouldn't shoot one, now there were times about one
hundred turkeys or so ago, when I would throw punch
the occasional Jake towards the end of the season, when
I hadn't had any luck so far, and see old,
any port in a storm is good theory. I'm not
proud of it, but I ashamed of it either. I
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only had two or three places to hunt within driving
distance of my house. My opportunities were very limited, and
I had to take advantage of him when I had
the chance. Tim was the same way when he started out,
but now he was slipping up on being a ten
year veteran. Jake's worn't on his hit list, but he
had a problem. The rest of us were smashing turkeys
(03:26):
with reckless abandon and he couldn't have hemmed one up
in a phone booth. It just wasn't working out for him.
Everything he did backfired on him. On top of that,
the rest of us could.
Speaker 1 (03:37):
Do no wrong.
Speaker 2 (03:39):
I was tagged out Joe Bryant, Tim's brother in law,
who I've talked about before on here as being an
additional brother to all of us. He tagged out Mister
Bryant chose father, Tim's father in law, and a turkey
hunting mentor like no other had tagged out, and there
little Timmy sat with a pocket full of turkey tags
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when the rest of us had none. But did we
make fun of him or ridicule him? Did we question
his outdoor abilities and even that of him being a
real man?
Speaker 1 (04:10):
Of course we did. That's what That's what families do.
Speaker 2 (04:15):
We did it until mercifully, mister Brian had decided tim
and had enough and if we didn't do something to
help him, he was going to jump off of Celeine
River Bridge. Everyone usually gathered mid morning at the store
to grab a cup of coffee or cold drink, visiting
check the turkey check sheet. And back then there was
no online checking of turkeys because there was no on line.
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You brought your turkey to a check station which was
set up in country stores and they took down your name,
measured the beard and the spurs, and waited and recorded
all the harvest data for the gaming fish to collect.
At the end of the season, tim was starting to
skip our mid morning rendezvous, either going straight home or
staying all day in the woods. Joe diagnosed his problem
(05:01):
and told him he was hunting under the bubble, meaning
he had to do something to break through or nothing
he would do would work, and he couldn't do it alone.
It was desperate times and it called for desperate measures.
Speaker 1 (05:15):
He needed help.
Speaker 2 (05:17):
Mister Brian told him one evening, after another fruitless day
of hunting that he would be taking Tim the next
morning and he was not to bring a call. He
would do everything he told him, and just like he
told him, no deviation, and Tim agreed. Another sleepless night
followed by meeting mister Brian at his house for the
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short drive to a spot he had picked out for
Tim to bust through the bubble. He only had to
do one thing, follow mister Bryan's instructions to the letter
and shoot the first legal turkey that walked close enough
to shoot.
Speaker 1 (05:55):
Tim agreed, even though he didn't want to.
Speaker 2 (05:57):
He didn't like not being able to call that that
was the strongest part of the allure of turkey, to
begin with. Communicating with a wild animal and luring it
into range for a shot, which you folks should know,
if you didn't already, is not.
Speaker 1 (06:12):
The order of how it works in nature.
Speaker 2 (06:15):
Gobbler's gobble and hens come to them, not the other
way around. They arrived at the spot right on Q
and also right on Q, mister Bryant's morning coffee had
worked its cleansing magic and began to rumble around in
his belly. With the time for that morning richel were
(06:36):
already figured into the timeline. Off, he trotted for a
comfortable and private place to let gravity do the rest.
Tim waited in the pre dawned darkness for a turkey
to gobble and mister Bryant to return minus what the
coffee had been stirring up. Tim said upon his return
(06:57):
he looked happier and more energetic then what they'd been
waiting on, more than anything else, a turkey gobble. They
moved off the road and set up a little over
one hundred yards away from the roosted birds. The gobbles
were from more than one turkey, and Tim was fired up.
Mister Brian set him down and sat down a few
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trees behind him. His last instructions before setting up to
call was don't you call one lick and shoot the
first legal turkey that walks in. Turkeys hit the ground
gobbling out in front of where they were set up,
and they hadn't seen or heard a hen. Mister Brian
started calling in short order a line of turkeys was
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headed to where they waited.
Speaker 1 (07:45):
Tim said, I knew it was Jake's.
Speaker 2 (07:46):
When I saw him coming, but I was hoping against
hope that a big turkey was in the line somewhere.
I don't want to shoot a Jake, but Joe and
mister Brian both told me if I wanted to get
out from under this bubble, I had to take the
first opportunity. One by one, they passed in front of
him as if they were on a string, come to
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mister Brian's call. The first opportunity was walking point for
a squad of juvenile delinquids twenty steps away.
Speaker 1 (08:15):
Tim didn't shoot him. He said he was too little.
That wasn't what mister Bryan told him to do. Told
him to shoot.
Speaker 2 (08:24):
The first legal turkey that gets close enough. And that
was the first one that just walked by. Although he
was only sporting a three inch beard, he was the
first one. The first three that passed were all carving
copies of each other. The fourth not much bigger, but
the fifth one, the fifth one in the conger line
of seven, had a beard about five inches long. Tim said,
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I picked him out and let him have it right
in the kisser. Tim walked over and fetched his turkey,
and mister Brian congratulated him. Tim said, I know he
was aggravated at me for not she the first one,
but he didn't have the biggest beard. On the way
back to the truck, Tim talked about how now the
bubble should be broken and he ought to be free
(09:10):
of whatever powers that befell him in the first place,
that put him under that dismal umbrella of turculus hunts.
He said, even think our mentor his father in law,
was so sure it was done since he didn't do
exactly what he was told, but he never said that
it was just a feeling the guy. That feeling was
(09:30):
amplified as they approached the section of woods where they
had taken off through the woods after hearing the turkeys
gobble that morning, and Tim stepped in something that wasn't
meant to be stepped in. Mister brid looked back and laughed,
I guess, I guess he should have shot that first turkey.
Speaker 1 (09:58):
But now there's a PostScript on this story.
Speaker 2 (10:02):
After Tim washed his boot off in the creek, they
went to the store to check in his turkey. He
was glad to hopefully have this whole embarrassing and literal
mess behind him. Then the lady at the store measured
that stubby beard and laid his turkey on the scales
while she recorded his name and the measurement of his cigar.
Speaker 1 (10:22):
Lengked beard.
Speaker 2 (10:23):
Tim said he looked at the scale and saw it
said that turkey weighed eleven pounds, and he wanted to cry,
knowing everyone from then after would see that he killed
water mount into a big chicken. He said, I put
my I put my finger on that scale officer of
where she was standing, and got him up to thirteen
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pounds before she took him off. And next week my
brother killed a big gobbler with one inch spurs, and
accord to my brother Tim.
Speaker 1 (10:56):
That's just how that happened.
Speaker 2 (11:06):
I get asked all the time what type of hunting
I like best, and it's always an inner struggle for
me to answer. Then, after arguing with myself and talking
about all the different kinds I like, I always wind
up saying turkey hunting every time. I don't know why
I can't just say it that way from the beginning.
Speaker 1 (11:27):
It's like I'm throwing shade on duck hunting or squirrel hunting.
Or coon hunting, but they're all so different that it's
hard to compare. I'm thinking about it now and second
guessing myself while I'm saying this, and it's what I'd
plan to say when I sat down to record it.
There's so many things to say about coon hunting. I'm
never alone when I'm doing that, even if nobody's with me,
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because I got my dog wailing. He's my coon hunting
partner every time I go, regardless of who else is there,
but turkey hunting man. There's just something about it that
supersedes any and everything else besides my family. From the
first time I've ever killed one, I've had an issue
with him. I talked about it with Derk Durham on
(12:12):
Phelps Cutting the Distance podcast that came out yesterday. We
had a good conversation. I'll slip over there and check
it out when you get a chance. But while we
were talking, he asked me if I remembered when I
killed my first turkey, and without hesitation, I said I
sure do, was April eighteenth, nineteen eighty five, and he
laughed at how quick my response was.
Speaker 2 (12:34):
I told him a little bit about that hunt. More
or less the bullet points of how it all went down,
but I remember every detail of it.
Speaker 1 (12:49):
The year before I.
Speaker 2 (12:50):
Was still hunting for squirrels over there what we called
the woodlot, and that was a scope of woods on
the west side of our farm and just south of
my maternal great grandfather house. I found a turkey feather
while I was doing my best toend the squirrel population
and decided right then that there was a turkey hunter
hidding inside me that was begging to come out. Next spring,
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I went to Carls one stop on the edge of
town and Warren, out past the Bradley Lumber Mill. It
was the mecca for all outdoorsmen in the area and
the only place I knew of that you could buy
turkey calls without having to order them through the mail.
I went in there for a box call and left
with the Lynchest world Champion call and a diaphragm mouth
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call made by a new guy from Mississippi that was
getting in the call making business. They said his name
was Will Primos. I should have got mister Will to
come with him, because I had no idea how to
use it, and I just stuck with the box the
five or six times that I went hunting at the Woodlode,
never seeing or even hearing a turkey that spring. That
(13:58):
may have been what triggered me obsession, total and utter
failure from the start. Pretty sure Jesus was trying to
spare me from all the sleepless nights and weeks that
would follow by letting me see how most of by
hunts would wind up walking back to the truck with
exactly what I had taken in with me and nothing extra.
(14:20):
The next spring, I was what I liked to refer
to as being semi enrolled in college. I went when
it was convenient, like when the fish weren't biting, the
deer weren't moving, and the ducks weren't flying, and narrowed
down my attendance to a pretty slim portion of the calendar,
which coincidentally was in spring. And then I got invited
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to go turkey hunting by a turkey hunter. Anyone who'd
killed at least one turkey by themselves was a turkey
hunter in my book, and this guy had killed several.
We drove thirty miles west from Warren right before daylight.
We were a quarter of a mile deep in the wood,
standing at the edge of a three year old clear cut.
(15:01):
The woods we were waiting on daylight inn were open
enough to see down through without any trouble. The clear
cut I was looking at was a different story. A
rabbit would have had to tote of the hatchet with
him to get through it. Turkey gobbled and the fellow
I was hunting with us said, get over there by
that tree. I'm going to sit back here and call.
Speaker 1 (15:22):
I said, that ain't no turkey, that's someone shaking a box. Call.
Speaker 2 (15:25):
He laughed, and he said, no, it ain't. Sit down
and be still. He's still on the roofst but he's not.
Speaker 1 (15:31):
That far now.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
It was my first lesson in not guiding the guide.
This guy had killed multiple turkeys, brought me to his
hunting spot during the first week of the season, and
I was telling him what he was hearing was not
what we were hearing, even though I had never heard
what we were both hearing. Don't guide the guide. He
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called to him with a box, calling turke. He answered
him immediately. I looked back at him and he pointed
down at the ground. I looked down at the ground
I was laying on like a green plastic Army soldier.
The absolute worst position I could have taken to shoot
my first turkey, or any turkey for that matter. I
didn't know what that meant, but the turkey sounded different.
Speaker 1 (16:19):
Now.
Speaker 2 (16:19):
What he was trying to tell me was the turkey
was on the ground. That's why he sounded different. I
still couldn't believe he didn't know it was someone shaking
a box call at us. Did I mention the mosquitoes? Oh, yeah,
the mosquitoes. About the time he told me to get
over there by that tree and sat down, and I
chose to lay down like Sergeant York. The mosquitoes reached
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their zenith. They were feasting on my prone person with impunity.
I was wiggling all over the place trying to get
them off of me, all while the guy behind me
with a box car whispering for me to be still,
and the guy shaking the box call out in front
of him kept getting closer. There's no way that, sir,
real turkey, and I'm getting to the literal life sucked
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out of me by waiting on another turkey under to
walk up on us. He gobbled again, just out of sight,
and I turned back to look at my guide again,
mouthing the words that ain't no turkey. I can only
see about a third of his face, right around his
eyes that were exposed by his mask, but I knew
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exactly what he meant when his eyes seemed to jump
out of his skull and then narrow it down to slits,
his eyebrows furring with fury. Whatever, dude, I turned back
around and shouldered my shotgun and.
Speaker 1 (17:37):
Watch what would be In a few minutes.
Speaker 2 (17:39):
Gobbler Numero Huno stepped out into the opening up the
little rise. I was arching my back as best I
could to aim at his head. He was close and
I was out of position. I was pointed at twelve
and he was standing at ten. The dude that had
been shaking a box called at us since before good
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Day had just turned into a real turkey. Hut him
with what I heard him whispering several times over. Of
all the structures he had given me that morning, that
one seemed the most obvious. But I'd already decided to
do that. I just wasn't able to because I'd laid
down instead of sitting against a tree.
Speaker 1 (18:21):
A lesson.
Speaker 2 (18:22):
I learned that on day one, and would never ever
forget after what it like seen forever the turkey stepped
back towards the way he came, preparing to get out
of dodge, literally where my shotgun was pointing, and I
pulled the trigger. He went down like a one egg pudding,
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and I had my first turkey. Thursday was six hours
and ten minutes old when I held in my hand
the first wild turkey I'd ever heard gobble. It would
be the start of something big for me, a seemingly
uncontroled urge each spring from that day forward to try
and out with a turkey, a wild animal with eyes
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and here in so fine tuned.
Speaker 1 (19:08):
It's been said they can hear you thinking and see
you change your mind.
Speaker 2 (19:13):
For forty years, I have never missed a season, and
now I get.
Speaker 1 (19:17):
To travel and do it as part of my job.
Who'd have ever thought my life would lead to this.
Speaker 2 (19:23):
I could go turkey hunting just about anywhere there's turkeys
to be hunted. But now, when the first signs of
spring starts showing up, I get more excited about the
people I'm going to see than the turkeys. I'm hoping
to get from Mississippi to Alabama, Missouri and Arkansas and
who knows where else. It's the people and families I've
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gotten to know over the last four decades, the ones
I haven't met yet that mean more than any turkey ever.
Could they say the quality of your life is measured
by the quality of your relationships. If that's true, and
I believe it is, Turkey season has filled my soul
far beyond it has my freezer. I hope y'all like
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turkey tales, because I'm hoping to have some more stories
from this year's struggle in the next few weeks if
I can avoid the bubble. Good Luck to spring, and
watch where you step until next time.
Speaker 1 (20:21):
This is Brent Reive sign it off. Y'all be careful.
Welcome to This Country Life.
Speaker 2 (00:06):
I'm your host, Brent Reeves from coon hunting to trot
lining and just general country living.
Speaker 1 (00:12):
I want you to stay a.
Speaker 2 (00:13):
While as I share my experiences in life lessons. This
Country Life is presented by Case Knives on Meat Eaters
Podcast Network, bringing you the best outdoor podcast.
Speaker 1 (00:25):
The airwaves had off.
Speaker 2 (00:27):
All right, friends, grab a chair or drop that tail gate.
I've got some stories to share. Escaping the bubble and Turkey.
Number one Turkey season is upon us and I couldn't
be happier. It's the only hunting season I ever threatened
(00:49):
to quit a job over, and now it's part of
my job.
Speaker 1 (00:53):
Sweet mother of Pearl, It's Turkey.
Speaker 2 (00:54):
Week here at Meat Eater, and all week long, it's
been a virtual Turkey palooza. Steve's podcast and Cal's are
Turkey themed. I was a guest on a true crime
special episode hosted by our very.
Speaker 1 (01:07):
Own Jordan Sellers.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
Jordan put this unsolved, intriguing mystery together that I hope
you adults will listen to. Who knows you may know
something that could help bring this case to a close.
They're all on the meat Either podcast channels and not
hard to find. My friends Gary Stanton and Charlie Moncaster
of Muscadine Bloodline are talking turkeys over at God's Country.
(01:30):
Then you've got Spencer's Turkey Tribune, the Render, and yours
truly was on cutting the distance just yesterday with Dirk
Durham over at Phelps Game Calls. Turkeys in the morning,
turkeys in the evening, turkeys at supper time. We're off
and running. And now I'm gonna tell you a story.
(01:56):
For eight years in a row, from when he first
started turkey hunting, my brother Tim would get his limited
birds at Arkansas. Then you could kill two male turkeys,
only one of which had to be an adult. In
other words, you could kill a jake, a juvenile male
turkey that historically had been reserved for kids in first
(02:18):
time or inexperienced hunters. It was perfectly legal, but so
was shooting mallard hens. But just because you could do
something doesn't mean you should. It was frowned upon and
seen as not being as much of a challenge as older,
more weary turkeys. They tasted the same. I know this
(02:38):
because desperate times have called for desperate measures. And while
I wouldn't shoot one, now there were times about one
hundred turkeys or so ago, when I would throw punch
the occasional Jake towards the end of the season, when
I hadn't had any luck so far, and see old,
any port in a storm is good theory. I'm not
proud of it, but I ashamed of it either. I
(03:02):
only had two or three places to hunt within driving
distance of my house. My opportunities were very limited, and
I had to take advantage of him when I had
the chance. Tim was the same way when he started out,
but now he was slipping up on being a ten
year veteran. Jake's worn't on his hit list, but he
had a problem. The rest of us were smashing turkeys
(03:26):
with reckless abandon and he couldn't have hemmed one up
in a phone booth. It just wasn't working out for him.
Everything he did backfired on him. On top of that,
the rest of us could.
Speaker 1 (03:37):
Do no wrong.
Speaker 2 (03:39):
I was tagged out Joe Bryant, Tim's brother in law,
who I've talked about before on here as being an
additional brother to all of us. He tagged out Mister
Bryant chose father, Tim's father in law, and a turkey
hunting mentor like no other had tagged out, and there
little Timmy sat with a pocket full of turkey tags
(04:00):
when the rest of us had none. But did we
make fun of him or ridicule him? Did we question
his outdoor abilities and even that of him being a
real man?
Speaker 1 (04:10):
Of course we did. That's what That's what families do.
Speaker 2 (04:15):
We did it until mercifully, mister Brian had decided tim
and had enough and if we didn't do something to
help him, he was going to jump off of Celeine
River Bridge. Everyone usually gathered mid morning at the store
to grab a cup of coffee or cold drink, visiting
check the turkey check sheet. And back then there was
no online checking of turkeys because there was no on line.
(04:38):
You brought your turkey to a check station which was
set up in country stores and they took down your name,
measured the beard and the spurs, and waited and recorded
all the harvest data for the gaming fish to collect.
At the end of the season, tim was starting to
skip our mid morning rendezvous, either going straight home or
staying all day in the woods. Joe diagnosed his problem
(05:01):
and told him he was hunting under the bubble, meaning
he had to do something to break through or nothing
he would do would work, and he couldn't do it alone.
It was desperate times and it called for desperate measures.
Speaker 1 (05:15):
He needed help.
Speaker 2 (05:17):
Mister Brian told him one evening, after another fruitless day
of hunting that he would be taking Tim the next
morning and he was not to bring a call. He
would do everything he told him, and just like he
told him, no deviation, and Tim agreed. Another sleepless night
followed by meeting mister Brian at his house for the
(05:38):
short drive to a spot he had picked out for
Tim to bust through the bubble. He only had to
do one thing, follow mister Bryan's instructions to the letter
and shoot the first legal turkey that walked close enough
to shoot.
Speaker 1 (05:55):
Tim agreed, even though he didn't want to.
Speaker 2 (05:57):
He didn't like not being able to call that that
was the strongest part of the allure of turkey, to
begin with. Communicating with a wild animal and luring it
into range for a shot, which you folks should know,
if you didn't already, is not.
Speaker 1 (06:12):
The order of how it works in nature.
Speaker 2 (06:15):
Gobbler's gobble and hens come to them, not the other
way around. They arrived at the spot right on Q
and also right on Q, mister Bryant's morning coffee had
worked its cleansing magic and began to rumble around in
his belly. With the time for that morning richel were
(06:36):
already figured into the timeline. Off, he trotted for a
comfortable and private place to let gravity do the rest.
Tim waited in the pre dawned darkness for a turkey
to gobble and mister Bryant to return minus what the
coffee had been stirring up. Tim said upon his return
(06:57):
he looked happier and more energetic then what they'd been
waiting on, more than anything else, a turkey gobble. They
moved off the road and set up a little over
one hundred yards away from the roosted birds. The gobbles
were from more than one turkey, and Tim was fired up.
Mister Brian set him down and sat down a few
(07:18):
trees behind him. His last instructions before setting up to
call was don't you call one lick and shoot the
first legal turkey that walks in. Turkeys hit the ground
gobbling out in front of where they were set up,
and they hadn't seen or heard a hen. Mister Brian
started calling in short order a line of turkeys was
(07:41):
headed to where they waited.
Speaker 1 (07:45):
Tim said, I knew it was Jake's.
Speaker 2 (07:46):
When I saw him coming, but I was hoping against
hope that a big turkey was in the line somewhere.
I don't want to shoot a Jake, but Joe and
mister Brian both told me if I wanted to get
out from under this bubble, I had to take the
first opportunity. One by one, they passed in front of
him as if they were on a string, come to
(08:06):
mister Brian's call. The first opportunity was walking point for
a squad of juvenile delinquids twenty steps away.
Speaker 1 (08:15):
Tim didn't shoot him. He said he was too little.
That wasn't what mister Bryan told him to do. Told
him to shoot.
Speaker 2 (08:24):
The first legal turkey that gets close enough. And that
was the first one that just walked by. Although he
was only sporting a three inch beard, he was the
first one. The first three that passed were all carving
copies of each other. The fourth not much bigger, but
the fifth one, the fifth one in the conger line
of seven, had a beard about five inches long. Tim said,
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I picked him out and let him have it right
in the kisser. Tim walked over and fetched his turkey,
and mister Brian congratulated him. Tim said, I know he
was aggravated at me for not she the first one,
but he didn't have the biggest beard. On the way
back to the truck, Tim talked about how now the
bubble should be broken and he ought to be free
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of whatever powers that befell him in the first place,
that put him under that dismal umbrella of turculus hunts.
He said, even think our mentor his father in law,
was so sure it was done since he didn't do
exactly what he was told, but he never said that
it was just a feeling the guy. That feeling was
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amplified as they approached the section of woods where they
had taken off through the woods after hearing the turkeys
gobble that morning, and Tim stepped in something that wasn't
meant to be stepped in. Mister brid looked back and laughed,
I guess, I guess he should have shot that first turkey.
Speaker 1 (09:58):
But now there's a PostScript on this story.
Speaker 2 (10:02):
After Tim washed his boot off in the creek, they
went to the store to check in his turkey. He
was glad to hopefully have this whole embarrassing and literal
mess behind him. Then the lady at the store measured
that stubby beard and laid his turkey on the scales
while she recorded his name and the measurement of his cigar.
Speaker 1 (10:22):
Lengked beard.
Speaker 2 (10:23):
Tim said he looked at the scale and saw it
said that turkey weighed eleven pounds, and he wanted to cry,
knowing everyone from then after would see that he killed
water mount into a big chicken. He said, I put
my I put my finger on that scale officer of
where she was standing, and got him up to thirteen
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pounds before she took him off. And next week my
brother killed a big gobbler with one inch spurs, and
accord to my brother Tim.
Speaker 1 (10:56):
That's just how that happened.
Speaker 2 (11:06):
I get asked all the time what type of hunting
I like best, and it's always an inner struggle for
me to answer. Then, after arguing with myself and talking
about all the different kinds I like, I always wind
up saying turkey hunting every time. I don't know why
I can't just say it that way from the beginning.
Speaker 1 (11:27):
It's like I'm throwing shade on duck hunting or squirrel hunting.
Or coon hunting, but they're all so different that it's
hard to compare. I'm thinking about it now and second
guessing myself while I'm saying this, and it's what I'd
plan to say when I sat down to record it.
There's so many things to say about coon hunting. I'm
never alone when I'm doing that, even if nobody's with me,
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because I got my dog wailing. He's my coon hunting
partner every time I go, regardless of who else is there,
but turkey hunting man. There's just something about it that
supersedes any and everything else besides my family. From the
first time I've ever killed one, I've had an issue
with him. I talked about it with Derk Durham on
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Phelps Cutting the Distance podcast that came out yesterday. We
had a good conversation. I'll slip over there and check
it out when you get a chance. But while we
were talking, he asked me if I remembered when I
killed my first turkey, and without hesitation, I said I
sure do, was April eighteenth, nineteen eighty five, and he
laughed at how quick my response was.
Speaker 2 (12:34):
I told him a little bit about that hunt. More
or less the bullet points of how it all went down,
but I remember every detail of it.
Speaker 1 (12:49):
The year before I.
Speaker 2 (12:50):
Was still hunting for squirrels over there what we called
the woodlot, and that was a scope of woods on
the west side of our farm and just south of
my maternal great grandfather house. I found a turkey feather
while I was doing my best toend the squirrel population
and decided right then that there was a turkey hunter
hidding inside me that was begging to come out. Next spring,
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I went to Carls one stop on the edge of
town and Warren, out past the Bradley Lumber Mill. It
was the mecca for all outdoorsmen in the area and
the only place I knew of that you could buy
turkey calls without having to order them through the mail.
I went in there for a box call and left
with the Lynchest world Champion call and a diaphragm mouth
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call made by a new guy from Mississippi that was
getting in the call making business. They said his name
was Will Primos. I should have got mister Will to
come with him, because I had no idea how to
use it, and I just stuck with the box the
five or six times that I went hunting at the Woodlode,
never seeing or even hearing a turkey that spring. That
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may have been what triggered me obsession, total and utter
failure from the start. Pretty sure Jesus was trying to
spare me from all the sleepless nights and weeks that
would follow by letting me see how most of by
hunts would wind up walking back to the truck with
exactly what I had taken in with me and nothing extra.
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The next spring, I was what I liked to refer
to as being semi enrolled in college. I went when
it was convenient, like when the fish weren't biting, the
deer weren't moving, and the ducks weren't flying, and narrowed
down my attendance to a pretty slim portion of the calendar,
which coincidentally was in spring. And then I got invited
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to go turkey hunting by a turkey hunter. Anyone who'd
killed at least one turkey by themselves was a turkey
hunter in my book, and this guy had killed several.
We drove thirty miles west from Warren right before daylight.
We were a quarter of a mile deep in the wood,
standing at the edge of a three year old clear cut.
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The woods we were waiting on daylight inn were open
enough to see down through without any trouble. The clear
cut I was looking at was a different story. A
rabbit would have had to tote of the hatchet with
him to get through it. Turkey gobbled and the fellow
I was hunting with us said, get over there by
that tree. I'm going to sit back here and call.
Speaker 1 (15:22):
I said, that ain't no turkey, that's someone shaking a box. Call.
Speaker 2 (15:25):
He laughed, and he said, no, it ain't. Sit down
and be still. He's still on the roofst but he's not.
Speaker 1 (15:31):
That far now.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
It was my first lesson in not guiding the guide.
This guy had killed multiple turkeys, brought me to his
hunting spot during the first week of the season, and
I was telling him what he was hearing was not
what we were hearing, even though I had never heard
what we were both hearing. Don't guide the guide. He
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called to him with a box, calling turke. He answered
him immediately. I looked back at him and he pointed
down at the ground. I looked down at the ground
I was laying on like a green plastic Army soldier.
The absolute worst position I could have taken to shoot
my first turkey, or any turkey for that matter. I
didn't know what that meant, but the turkey sounded different.
Speaker 1 (16:19):
Now.
Speaker 2 (16:19):
What he was trying to tell me was the turkey
was on the ground. That's why he sounded different. I
still couldn't believe he didn't know it was someone shaking
a box call at us. Did I mention the mosquitoes? Oh, yeah,
the mosquitoes. About the time he told me to get
over there by that tree and sat down, and I
chose to lay down like Sergeant York. The mosquitoes reached
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their zenith. They were feasting on my prone person with impunity.
I was wiggling all over the place trying to get
them off of me, all while the guy behind me
with a box car whispering for me to be still,
and the guy shaking the box call out in front
of him kept getting closer. There's no way that, sir,
real turkey, and I'm getting to the literal life sucked
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out of me by waiting on another turkey under to
walk up on us. He gobbled again, just out of sight,
and I turned back to look at my guide again,
mouthing the words that ain't no turkey. I can only
see about a third of his face, right around his
eyes that were exposed by his mask, but I knew
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exactly what he meant when his eyes seemed to jump
out of his skull and then narrow it down to slits,
his eyebrows furring with fury. Whatever, dude, I turned back
around and shouldered my shotgun and.
Speaker 1 (17:37):
Watch what would be In a few minutes.
Speaker 2 (17:39):
Gobbler Numero Huno stepped out into the opening up the
little rise. I was arching my back as best I
could to aim at his head. He was close and
I was out of position. I was pointed at twelve
and he was standing at ten. The dude that had
been shaking a box called at us since before good
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Day had just turned into a real turkey. Hut him
with what I heard him whispering several times over. Of
all the structures he had given me that morning, that
one seemed the most obvious. But I'd already decided to
do that. I just wasn't able to because I'd laid
down instead of sitting against a tree.
Speaker 1 (18:21):
A lesson.
Speaker 2 (18:22):
I learned that on day one, and would never ever
forget after what it like seen forever the turkey stepped
back towards the way he came, preparing to get out
of dodge, literally where my shotgun was pointing, and I
pulled the trigger. He went down like a one egg pudding,
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and I had my first turkey. Thursday was six hours
and ten minutes old when I held in my hand
the first wild turkey I'd ever heard gobble. It would
be the start of something big for me, a seemingly
uncontroled urge each spring from that day forward to try
and out with a turkey, a wild animal with eyes
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and here in so fine tuned.
Speaker 1 (19:08):
It's been said they can hear you thinking and see
you change your mind.
Speaker 2 (19:13):
For forty years, I have never missed a season, and
now I get.
Speaker 1 (19:17):
To travel and do it as part of my job.
Who'd have ever thought my life would lead to this.
Speaker 2 (19:23):
I could go turkey hunting just about anywhere there's turkeys
to be hunted. But now, when the first signs of
spring starts showing up, I get more excited about the
people I'm going to see than the turkeys. I'm hoping
to get from Mississippi to Alabama, Missouri and Arkansas and
who knows where else. It's the people and families I've
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gotten to know over the last four decades, the ones
I haven't met yet that mean more than any turkey ever.
Could they say the quality of your life is measured
by the quality of your relationships. If that's true, and
I believe it is, Turkey season has filled my soul
far beyond it has my freezer. I hope y'all like
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turkey tales, because I'm hoping to have some more stories
from this year's struggle in the next few weeks if
I can avoid the bubble. Good Luck to spring, and
watch where you step until next time.
Speaker 1 (20:21):
This is Brent Reive sign it off. Y'all be careful.
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