Gobble, Gobble

Turkey season opened up here last week. That means hunting and preying upon wild turkeys in hopes of finding one that has a long beard and long, sharp spurs. 

Gobble, gobble. Another sign Spring has sprung upon us.

This will be Yooper Jr.'s first year hunting with his dad. He's pretty excited about it. But it takes practice and Yooper set up a target for him the other night. Amazingly the kid has a good shot going for him. Not a good thing for the turkey though. 

Yooper has fine artistic skills whenever it involves an animal that needs to be used for target practice. I told him to add a beard to this drawing because it looks like a hen. 

"Honey, we don't want our son shooting a girl turkey!" Then Yooper gave me his imitation of calling in a hen, and I chirped and purred back at him. 

Well not really. It was more of a "I'm not falling for that turkey call this time".

Of course Yooper has to demonstrate how to be aimed and ready once a turkey is within shooting distance. Not to mention staying in this pose, completely still and quiet. And yes, that is a cow turd sitting next to him. Amazingly none of it found itself a home on either one of their pants.

I told Yooper Jr. to just hold his breath and close his eyes. 

I was then told to shush and take pictures.

Why is hunting such a serious sport?

And here is the beardless gobbler waiting to be taken down by our sharp shootin' son. He's quite the fat turkey hey? Or is he a big-breasted turkey?

Did I just say that?

Oh never mind.......

BOOM! Dead bird!

Please don't be alarmed by the building you see in the background. It is an abandoned elementary school. I just needed to clear this up before your eyebrows become permanently raised. You know the whole way the gun is pointed towards that building. Looks bad I know. 

The boys went out early, like 5 o'clock in the morning early Saturday, in hopes of bringing home food for our freezer. No such luck. Within an hour a ferious thunderstorm came rolling through, dampening their spirits. Ha, get that, dampening their spirits? Seriously  dampened them. 

One more week of turkey season. Another week of hearing Yooper practice his turkey calls. Which means another week of  hearing our alarm go off at 5 in the morning. That's dedication. Serious addiction for hunting. It so must be a boy thing.