October 1, Opening Day
Strike 1: I'd last hunted with my buddy Kevin Evans (emergent turkey dog man, longtime outfitter and guide) when his son Cody killed his first fall turkey, and we doubled on birds. That was back in 2005. We'd kept in touch over the years of course, with stories of turkey hunts and dogging talk. I was eager to hunt with his dogs Patchez and Suzie (ages three and from the same litter), having run my turkey-crazed English setter Midge with him during her early formative years. No sooner had the truck tailgate dropped, did we hear barking. Several turkeys winged away. We heard alarm putting, more barking, and moved in to set up near the flush site. Long story made short: the brood hen set up between us, our calling, and her vocal scattered charges. Mama turkey yelped them up, beating us at our game, and they vaporized.