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We saw more than 20 deer and a large black bear, but no turkeys.
We were up before dawn and hunted hard all morning without a sight or a sign of a turkey. We fished on a beautiful trout lake in the afternoon and scouted another area for turkey for the next trip.
We came home Sunday and my wife told me that my young friend had called and would call again later.
Soon, the phone rang and when I answered I recognized the voice on the other end.
He had, in fact, found the very place that we had talked about at Quantico and had heard his first turkey gobbler. He had called, but got no response and had continued moving and calling until legal hunting time ran out. So he and his father had checked out of Quantico and gone home.
My new young friend, Eric, called again on Thursday of the following week and we again talked turkey.
He told me of a place that he and his dad were going to try on Saturday — somewhere near his home. I again was going to the mountains to try for a gobbler.
Sunday evening, soon after I returned home, Eric called to tell me how they had gotten to their newly discovered hunting spot a little after daylight. They had sneaked into the woods and immediately heard turkeys — hens yelping, moving and apparently feeding behind a small ridge.
He was very excited about the new place, even though he had not actually seen any turkeys or even heard a gobbler. He and I both felt it held promise of producing a gobbler, if Eric was both sneaky and lucky.
The next weekend my duties of archery coach and parent carried me to the Virginia Hunter Education
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