It’s 9:30 am on the 2nd of May and I am tired, sore and soaking wet. It’s the second weekend of my turkey hunting season and it’s the second weekend in a row that it’s poured rain almost non-stop. Yesterday the land owner thought I was crazy for heading out at 5:30 in the morning during a raging storm and maybe I am. Call me crazy, but I can tell you that I know at least one thing about hunting. You need to have persistence.

Persistence through bad weather, bad luck and bad mistakes. Whether it’s deer, turkeys or anything in between, if you want to harvest a wild game animal you better be one persistent son of a gun.

So although I’ve had some bad luck with some close encounters on several gobblers, I’ve been absolutely drenched every time I go out and nothing has seemed to go my way, I’ll keep pushing on. I’ll sit here against a tree trying my damnedest to bring in a gobbler, no matter how long it takes or what I have to do. Because no one said hunting was easy.

I suppose that’s why it’s called hunting and not shooting.