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By BOB McMEANS
Arundel Newspapers Special Writer
Soon after my first column appeared, one of the first calls I received was from a young man. He asked where could he find a turkey gobbler.
I had been scouting an area on Quantico Marine Base and had seen signs of turkeys and had seen one huge gobbler with ahen.
As we talked and I began to see this young man in my mind’s eye, I pictured him similar to myself many years ago, with an ache to hunt and no place to go.
I had decided not to ljunt at Quantico before he called, but now I was certain. I told him the area, how to check into Quantico at the hunter check-in station and that he had to be sure to get there early so he could attend the safety briefing and still get out in the woods before dawn.
We discussed, in detail, where in that huge hunting area he could find our gobbler.
We talked about how he should approach the area and how to first use his turkey call to summon the old bird I had seen.
All of this took place two or three days before the opening of the spring gobbler season.
As I had planned, my son, a friend and I drove down to Rockingham County and set up camp early on Friday — the day before the season opened.
Before dark that day we had covered many miles of familiar trails and some new ones that we had never walked, in the search for sight or sound of turkeys.
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