Turkey Hunting Photos & Stories

Every hunter likes to share stories about their experiences afield and many hunters like to hear these stories. The Photos & Stories section of BigGameHunt.net (BGH) allows hunters to share their hunting adventures in the form of stories and photos. Please feel free to browse, read, and contribute to this section of BGH.
I Don't Deserve a Turkey!
Mike Skelly

It was the last weekend of the fall turkey season.  Rob decided to sleep in.  So it was just my hunting partner Gene and I meeting at the Adams’ farm in Whitehall.  Gene had introduced me to Ed Adams and invited me to hunt on his dairy farm where we had seen turkeys for the last several years.  It was a turkey hunters' paradise where you could see turkeys any day you hunted them.  It just doesn’t get much better than that. 

My First Gobbler
Mike Skelly

I had spent three weekends unsuccessfully trying to call turkeys to me - without success.  So – for the fourth weekend I decided to change strategy.  I would leave decoys and blinds behind and instead of trying to call the birds to me, I would go to them.

Two Turkeys With One Shell, and an Arrow...Sort of...
Mike Skelly

Hardcore turkey hunters will probably not appreciate my method of turkey hunting or the fact that I took young birds.  But with only one bird to my credit life to date at the time of the hunt, I was thrilled to take any turkeys that I could legally harvest, so here is the story of how I took two birds with one shell…well and an arrow, but that hardly counts.

My First Turkey and Gramps Old Gun
Mike Skelly

I took my first turkey in spring of 2006.  It was special not only because it was my first turkey, but also because it was the first game I took with my granddad’s shotgun (a side by side Springfield Arms 12 gauge).  The old shotgun belongs to my nephew Hans, who inherited it from my granddad.  I have offered to buy it, but at present I am holding it for him while he serves in the US Army.  If I don’t end up keeping the gun, at least I have had the privilege of hunting with it.

Who's the Real Turkey?
James R. Jones

It was the holiday season 2008, our 2 other kids, Matt and Monica, were up from Georgia visiting for the holidays. They live with their mom and try to visit with us when they are out of school and I am not out of the country playing Army somewhere. As I do most every chance I get during hunting season, take one if not more of the kids hunting with me in our own back forty behind the house.

No Hesitating

There are many things that might stand out on a hunt.  The scenic beauties of the area where you are hunting, the weather or the trophy that you took on the hunt are just a few of the things that come to mind. 
Sometimes, however, it is none of the above, but instead it is about the person with whom you are sharing the hunt.  Yes, this is a story about a turkey hunt, but it is more about my friend Lewis than how I took my first turkey.

One Arrow, Three Shot Shell, Two Turkeys

As I started writing this story, I realized that a lot of my hunting stories involve my friend Chris.  Never really thought about it, but I guess he and I do hunt together a lot.  This is a good thing.  Everyone should have a good hunting buddy with whom to share their hunting adventures.

Pre-Vegetarian Turkey Hunt

I have read about the parent-child hunts on BigGameHunt.net and they always bring a smile to my face.  There is something special about parent-child hunts.  Part of that “special” is that bring a family together to share the outdoors.  Not too many families do much together these days, let alone outdoor activities so it is good to see one generation passing the tradition of hunting down to the next.

Take the Kids Along

I do not have kids yet (thank God!), but when I do, I am going to struggle with not being able to take them hunting until they meet that magic age and maturity level. It is going to be hard to not take them out right off the bat and throw them into the mix. I am already struggling with not being able to take my niece and nephew out. My niece is getting close though and therefore I can not wait to get her out to accompany me for her first hunt.

Doug Humphreys

It sure didn’t seem like turkey season.  My fingers and ears stung from temperatures that had dipped below freezing overnight, the grass and leaves crunched under my boots from an early spring frost and there were way more snowflakes than redbud blossoms.  Of course springtime in the mountains of eastern West Virginia is delayed by a few weeks when compared to other areas with similar latitude due to high elevation and deep, well protected valleys.