That's my new nickname after a certain lowlife stole my camoed beach cruiser that I used to turkey hunt. Told this to a certain call maker friend and he said it reminded him of the Pee Wee Herman movie. My turkey hunting season has been nothing short of fantastic. Public land bird on April first in the afternoon, nice three year old on the second of April two hours after sun up. But by far the best hunt I had was on the fifth of April. I had scouted the Francis Marion National Forest very extensively for three weeks before the season came in and found a couple of birds I thought I might have a chance of killing. First spot on the fifth was six hundred yards off a road where a beautiful swamp butted right up to some recently thinned pines. Had heard a single bird here and thought it would work. Got to my spot, owled, nothing, owled nothing, crow called nothing, mouth called nothing, you get the picture. Start easing back toward the truck and finally get one to gobble about four hundred yards away, comes to about one hundred yards but no further(creek). Start to the truck again and make one last call before giving up and have one gobble from about seventy five yards over the crest of a small rise. Got settled beside a tree, call one more time, he gobbles and I see him crest that rise, shoot him at thirty five yards. Still pretty early and I had two spots within about three miles of where I killed the first bird. Second spot was off the end of a grown up food plot where I had heard two gobblers with a bunch of hens on two occasions before the season. Never got a peep from these birds so on to spot number three. Spot three was a spot that had been logged about three years ago and had several wet weather ponds. Ease about two hundred yards into the woods and use a mouth call and hear nothing, move another hundred yards call with the mouth call nothing again. I did this several more times and again am about to give up when I pull out my secret weapon, Marlin Watkins Walnut and Red Cedar Longbox. I give that call about five good strokes and receive a thunderous gobble from about four hundred yards. The bird is on the other side of one of the wet weather ponds so I cross it and get set up. It was very thick but I wait a few minutes and again hit the longbox, same result except closer. Repeat this the next time and get two gobbles in responce. Had the birds gobble directly in front of me at about seventy yards and I needed them to come to my left for a good shot. I switched to the mouth call and called to my hard left and about one minute later a boss gobbler marched into the pattern of my shotgun. The second gobbler just stood there and I gave him just a moment before I went and retrieved my prize. The Francis Marion gets an awful lot of preassure and to me that made this hunt all the more special. Told many a person that some of the turkey hunting elite would tuck their tails and run after three days of hunting this piece of public land. Not patting myself on the back I just happen to get in front of two mature gobblers that were ready to be called. There you go my friend, I told someone I normally don't post about my successes but was convinced this was worth posting.
