Well by now I am sure many of you have been out after the turkeys and I hope you have found some success. Spring turkey hunting has always been one of my favorites because it is a hunt that can be shared with others and usually means that Spring has arrived. This has been one of the craziest years I have ever experienced. It seemed that if something could go wrong it DIDN"T! I was able to watch my son arrow a triple on opening day and I also connected on a nice tom. Over the next week or so I would fill my two remaining permits, watch my daughter arrow two awesome birds and also witness a couple friends fill their tags. Like I said this was a year that just was about as good as it gets.
Well as good as the hunting had been I didn't know if it could get any better but it did. My dad is just a few months from his 80th birthday but if you followed him for a day you wouldn't know it. I called him one night and he said that he had just disced our food plots and broadcast planted them with his hand spreader. That is a big chore for anyone let alone an "old man". I asked if he would be interested in going hunting on the weekend and before he answered I knew his response. Saturday morning I made my way to our cabin where we met. He said that just recently a few birds had showed up and he had been hearing some gobbling.
We made our way to an old blind that sets on the edge of one of our fields and had been up since last year. Once in the blind and the decoys spread I let out a yelp and immediately got a response. A few seconds later three longbeards appeared about 200 yards looking over the decoys. Slowly they left their two hens and made their way across the field. I told dad "you better get an arrow on". Anyone who knows my dad knows that he is as stubborn and bullheaded as they come. He replied "I have all kinds of time". I finally convince him that even though he may have some time he needed to get an arrow on. I then look at his peep and see that it is cocked sideways. I said "hand me your bow so I can turn that peep". He gave me a dirty look and responded "don't mess with it I just shot it yesterday". I finally took the bow and the release and to his shock the peep was way out of line. After a quick adjustment we were good to go as the gobblers approached 50 yards. Once they got within 30 yards it was a sprint to see which one could kick some jake ass first. With the three toms surrounding the jake decoy he took close aim and put a good shot on one. The bird stumbled off and then took flight as the other toms stood around not knowing how this lifeless decoy had landed a quick blow to their buddy. Once they wandered off we made our way to his big tom. He was pretty happy, so happy in fact that I got him to smile for the pictures. We hugged and enjoyed the moment and when we made our way back to the cabin we had a whiskey to celebrate! Yes this was a Spring I will always remember and especially "Grandpa's Gobbler!"
Harlin Welch has been an NBA member since 1990 and has been bowhunting for nearly 30 years. He has two children Zach and Madison that share his passion of bowhunting. Harlin has been married to Kara for 20 years and she allows him to pursue small game, fish and big game with his bow year round.