After only three hours of turkey hunting, Paul Clark, owner of Kawartha Lakes Outdoors,
bags his first turkey!
After meeting Paul Clark, owner of Kawartha Lakes Outdoors, at the spring fishing show, and learning about his very extensive fishing resume I was somewhat intimidated. I decided I would impress him with my turkey hunting abilities. After signing him up for the turkey course and him successfully completing it we were all set.
Turkey season came up quickly and I was psyched. Paul being a fishermen, I thought would have a great deal of patience...I was wrong. Paul is into hunting, he just likes hunting animals where he can become the hunted. But since it was April he could not go bear hunting and was stuck hunting the elusive eastern turkey.
The first morning we went out the conditions were perfect, it was a cool crisp spring morning. I was stoked to be doing my favourite thing in the world, turkey hunting. Paul looked less enthused.
It was 4:30 am, and we began to walk to our spot. The sun started rising and the turkeys started gobbling. My heart started to race, Paul seemed a little bored. "How much longer before they come here?" He asked. I simply giggled to my self. He was impatient. I was amused; it took me almost four years before I got a bird, so I was prepared for the wait.
We had an unsuccessful morning but returned the next afternoon. I decided if we didn’t call them off the roost, we would get them going to the roost. We set up on a hard wood tree line, and I assured him if we sat and were patient they would come in. We were only sitting for a while when Paul once again began to get bored. "This is like watching paint dry" He moaned. I could do nothing but laugh at him.
His boredom overcame him, and he fell asleep. I didn't mind, I thought it was a good thing; at least he was sitting still now. After a short catnap, Paul opened his eyes, and was more interested in checking on his bear bait than waiting for a turkey. I gave in and began to pack my calls up. Just as we began to stand and leave, we spotted three Jakes coming around the tree line. Paul raised his shot gun, and squeezed the trigger. His first turkey went down, and adrenaline flooded my veins. I was psyched that we got his first turkey.
I calmed down and asked him what he thought of turkey hunting now? "I kinda wanted a bigger one." Was all he said.
