Hi all, just wanted to share my first experience of hunting with you all.
I am from the UK and was staying with people in Middle Tennessee, not far from Nashville. My incredibly gracious hosts were keen for me to experience as much of their way of doing things as possible, so we went turkey hunting!
It was me and an older gentleman of immense experience in outdoor pursuits. He has been doing it so long he tells me that half the time when he hunts he just watches the deer and calls the toms just to fool them rather than shoot. I was privileged to be taken on my first hunt by a man such as this, who I know has great respect for the animals he hunts.
I am used to getting up long before dawn for work, so I had no problem with the early starts. On our third trip out we heard the electrifying sound of a gobbling birds as we were approaching our target field before light, allowing us to get into position in a spot my companion felt gave us the best chance.
After an exchange of perhaps 30minutes, involving minimal but perfectly timed calling and the occasional hat-against-leg imitation of a flapping hen, the tom came down to us, landing about 35yards away. He was a big. I had, of course, chosen this exact moment to do something that involved lowering and unshouldering the gun (a tight choked Remington 11-87, 3inch chamber stoked with a hot load of no 5), when I mounted and swung back up on to him and acquired him in the 2x scope I was both too quick and too slow . . . he spotted me with his beady eye and was just leaving the ground as I shot, and missed.
A great experience, regardless of my abject failure, from which I will learn!
I really enjoyed just sitting out in the woods, listening to the wildlife, watching the deer, seeing a squirrel study us for a minute before deciding we must be a bush that grew overnight and going about his business within arms reach of us. I also learned a great deal about all manner of nature/hunting things.
I was also struck by the fact that I did not even feel the gun go off, that recoil felt like nothing. Likewise the report of the gun didn't bother me at all. I guess it was the adrenaline or something, but this surprised me, does this tally with the experiences of others?
Thanks for reading anyway!
I am from the UK and was staying with people in Middle Tennessee, not far from Nashville. My incredibly gracious hosts were keen for me to experience as much of their way of doing things as possible, so we went turkey hunting!
It was me and an older gentleman of immense experience in outdoor pursuits. He has been doing it so long he tells me that half the time when he hunts he just watches the deer and calls the toms just to fool them rather than shoot. I was privileged to be taken on my first hunt by a man such as this, who I know has great respect for the animals he hunts.
I am used to getting up long before dawn for work, so I had no problem with the early starts. On our third trip out we heard the electrifying sound of a gobbling birds as we were approaching our target field before light, allowing us to get into position in a spot my companion felt gave us the best chance.
After an exchange of perhaps 30minutes, involving minimal but perfectly timed calling and the occasional hat-against-leg imitation of a flapping hen, the tom came down to us, landing about 35yards away. He was a big. I had, of course, chosen this exact moment to do something that involved lowering and unshouldering the gun (a tight choked Remington 11-87, 3inch chamber stoked with a hot load of no 5), when I mounted and swung back up on to him and acquired him in the 2x scope I was both too quick and too slow . . . he spotted me with his beady eye and was just leaving the ground as I shot, and missed.
A great experience, regardless of my abject failure, from which I will learn!
I really enjoyed just sitting out in the woods, listening to the wildlife, watching the deer, seeing a squirrel study us for a minute before deciding we must be a bush that grew overnight and going about his business within arms reach of us. I also learned a great deal about all manner of nature/hunting things.
I was also struck by the fact that I did not even feel the gun go off, that recoil felt like nothing. Likewise the report of the gun didn't bother me at all. I guess it was the adrenaline or something, but this surprised me, does this tally with the experiences of others?
Thanks for reading anyway!