It was spring. The days were humid and cool, perfect for turkeys. It was the second day of turkey season and there was a chance of storms, but me being me I ignored the weather.
At 5 am I woke up and quickly got dressed in my camouflage. Usually your supposed to wear a mask, but I always felt so claustrophobic in one. So, I covered my face in brown, black, and green face paint and tucked my hair into my camo hat. I rushed myself as I got my trusty 12 gauge shotgun and shells. Then, I grabbed my backpack which contained bottled water, snacks like fruit bars and protein bars, shotgun shells, scent killer spray, no scent bug spray, and of course a turkey hen decoy. Lastly, I clipped my knife onto my belt.
I checked everything one more time and headed out the door. As I walked, I slid 3 shells into the gun. I felt weird, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, but I ignored it the best I could. Now I realize I should've listened to that feeling, when I recall this story I just want to yell at myself that I'm stupid and that you have those feelings for a reason.
It was still dark out, and you could see the sky beginning to turn gray. I knew these woods like the back of my hand, so a light wasn't necessary. I quietly crept up to the woods edge. I stopped and listened intently, but only heard the occasional flutter of a bird's wings.
I walked deeper into the trees, the gun in my hands and my eyes and ears alert. Finally, I reached my spot. It was right under a tall oak tree, and around it was a small clearing, it was the perfect spot to just sit and wait.
I sat my bag down and leaned my gun up against the tree. I opened my bag as quietly as possible and slid out the decoy. I walked about 15 feet out and stuck the decoy's stake into the ground. Then, I walked back to my seat and sat down. I laid my gun onto my lap, making sure the safety was on because the last thing I want is the gun going off and scaring every animal 2 miles out, sending them on the run.
I leaned back against the tree trunk, listening. I let my eyes close as I awaited the sun, which led to turkeys leaving their roost. I let my mind wander as I fell into a daze.
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Hunters' Love
RomanceI've never wrote a book like this before so, we'll see how this goes. I've always loved writing when I was younger and I've been introduced to this app recently so I thought I'd try it. Skye Burnes is a 19 year old hunter who never leaves the woods...
