I don't know where to start. If not for this past weekend, I would have to say that this turkey season has been the hardest I have ever hunted for gobblers, without actually shooting a gobbler myself. I've been turkey hunting for 18 years and if you turkey hunt for this long, you are bound to have one of those seasons . . . the kind of season where no matter what you do, you draw a blank. Well, that all changed this past weekend.
This is a 3 part story.
Saturday, May 24th:
As I walked back to my truck after a day chasing gobblers, I was crossing a freshly planted cornfield along one of the major creeks that cuts through my hunting area in NY. I stopped for a second, and let a few quick cuts rip with my boat paddle. Nothing. I dropped the box call back into my pocket, and as I dis I notice something laying on the ground at my feet. I knew immediately what it was. I reached down and picked up an Indian arrow head that was in MINT condition. When the farmers tilled the field this year, it brought it right to the top. What luck! This is the neatest thing I have found in all of my years of hunting this area, which has a long history of use by Mohican and Mohawk Indians.
Here is a pic: