Turkey hunting in Florida, part IV: Yes, we did go turkey hunting!
The turkey hunting proved difficult. We had scouted for several days and found plenty of tracks in the sugar sand and mud, but few turkeys. They were mostly quiet, even at first light. We heard some here and there, but not enough to pinpoint. Micah did find a roost and watched a few fly down and strut, but word was that the area he found it in would be a popular one among hunters come opener. At least three different people we ran into mentioned the area by name without prompting. Strut marks from a gobbler dragging his wingtips along the ground while strutting for the hens We decided to forego the area with the only solid birds to avoid the crowd. We picked an area that had no other vehicles around, but plenty of tracks. I had also seen a hen while hiking and Micah saw a hen and jake. We split up to maximize our odds. I heard one distant (or so I thought) gobbler, but Micah heard three. One was responding to his calls and coming closer until... ...boom!
