Montgomery NY is almost a 4 hour round trip commute from my home in NJ. It's where I've been working on a large renovation for the last few months. Daily sightings of fox, deer, geese, the occasional bobcat and yote and the ever present crows and geese that gather in the cornfields all make it tolerable as time with my expecting wife and child has decreased to an all time low. There is plenty of time to think about everything along the robotic drive, but mostly I think about hunting. My passion has never been greater and ironically, the opportunity (time) has never been less attainable. Such is life in the world of the working family man.
In my 5 year quest to kill a gobbler, each year has brought me closer to that moment that eludes me. With about 15 hunts for a tom under my belt and no prize, there is only more drive. More time, more opportunities, sooner or later, that moment will arise.
I turn left onto yet another back road home without even thinking, and there in a field to my left on a hill I see my quarry. "There they are!" I say out loud. My work van circles back into a gravel driveway where a home sits at the end of the dusty ride. Knocking brings no one to the door. My next stop is the property next door. A barn and workshop have cars parked out front but again, nobody to be found. As I make my way towards my work truck an older gentleman in a Carhart vest and jeans approaches from across the road where he and another have been working on a front loader. "Can I help you son?". "I hate to bother you sir, but I'm a hunter and couldn't help but notice those beautiful birds sitting on the hill. Do you know who owns that field?" I ask. "I do!" He replies as if he knows what's coming next. I explain to him that I'm from out of state and working nights far from home. "Does anyone hunt your land?" "I got some guys hunting deer, but no one has taken advantage of all those birds that come around. I guess I can afford to have some of them gone. Do you use a bow?" "Yes. I want to get my first bird with the longbow." "Well, you can park over there next to my trailer" he says as he points to the home I just drove out of. With a stupid smile from ear to ear, I thank him many times and stick my hand out. "My name is Angel" and thank him some more. "John" he replies as he pulls off an oil stained glove to solidify the deal. "Good luck". He says and with that he turns to his task. The drive home has never been sweeter.
Maybe I'll shoot a bird at John's, maybe I'll have to wait yet another year. I hunted today, and I scored. The traffic along the way meant nothing. Another step closer to a turkey was a prize to be happy about.
Good luck to you all this year. -Angel
Good luck, theyre on the strut up here just this week. That man sounds like a good guy.
Good for you, I have noticed the last few years, if you ask to hunt animals other than deer ya have a good shot at getting permission! That can lead to a friendship and other opportunities! Shawn
Angel thanks for sharing that there are still good people on this Earth. Wish you much good luck, although you had some already.
Cool story!! Good luck on you quest!
I enjoyed your story. I wish you the best.
Great story. Good hunting.
great story. good hunting
Thanks for sharing,good luck and hope you make it happen.
Good luck. Enjoy your new spot.
That is the first step
Go get 'em! Good story. :thumbsup:
Good story! I hope your schedule will allow you to hunt this "new to you" property. Thanks for sharing and good luck!
Bernie Bjorklund
NC Iowa/SW Wisconsin
Way to go Ducati. Hope you get a bird or 2.
Good luck! I hope you get one of those old toms!
Bisch
Thanks Angel for sharing. Thats a game rich area down there as you already have seen.
Good luck! Good luck with the new baby as well.
Thanks for sharing that, good things happen to good people. I really hope you score on your Turkey. It sounds like you, if anyone, deserves one. God bless.
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Must be those boyish good looks :bigsmyl:
Good luck with it Bro.