Here’s an awesome post
from a friend that wanted to share his hunting experience, enjoy.
Hi my name’s Johnny 5,
author of “Why Ride,” and I wanted to share my experience with hunting with our
fellow peers. I’ve always had the desire to shoot things, and I’m not
sure why. Perhaps it’s a male trait or something about the marksmanship
that a person has to have to actually pull off a successful kill. I think
there is something appealing about being able to live off the land, and a big
part of this is being able to hunt prey and then successfully kill the animal
humanely. If we relied on this type of hunting to eat this would be a
large task in sustaining life for a person and their family. I’d like to
share my experience where a group of friends and myself went out and tried to
“Live off the Land.”
I would like to add as
a disclaimer, this was my first experience hunting. There were 3 of us as we
headed north to Willits to my friends Grandparent’s property to try our luck at
hunting. His folks owned about 300 acres so we were definitely in the
realm of hunting on our own but still within civilization just in case we needed
medical attention.
When we first
approached the property we had to scope out a campsite, we looked for a shaded
area so we could have some kind of relief from Humboldt's hot sun. I got
out of the truck and started to make my way by foot to find a flat spot good
for tenting, and a quick thought ran through my mind “Maybe I should have a gun
with me??”I reasoned with myself quickly saying “Naw, were just looking for a
campsite not hunting yet,” and as soon as I said this the largest Jack_Rabit I
have ever seen Got up and ran up the hill and I couldn’t do anything but watch
as he hopped out of site. I was pissed I had blown one opportunity as
soon as we got there, but I felt like this was a sign of good luck for the
upcoming weekend.
The whole day we spent
walking around the property trying to find good locations that Quail might be
hiding in. Not once did we see another living animal. I went to
sleep that night with a sense of disappointment that we hadn’t even seen
another creature. Later that night we were sitting around the fire and my
friends cousin came up to our site and asked us “What yall huntin for?! Quail??
Fuck that shit, go up the hill and find a Turkey!” He explained how they
can hide next to trees and even in them sometimes. He said a good
strategy is to scare them down the hill and have somebody at the bottom of the
hill ready for them.
Taking his cousins
advice into account the next day a few of us made our way up the hill to find
any signs of life, and or push anything scared down the mountain. Once
again, skunked, nothing to be seen or even heard. When I got to the
bottom of the hill I saw a large group of trees in the middle of a field that
offered a 270 degree visual of a large field. This got me extremely excited
because it was a great vantage point. It was nearing the end of the day
and still hadn’t had any luck. I was sitting up in my hideout overlooking
the field when I saw a family of turkey making their way down the mountain to
get water from the stream! I got so excited this was my opportunity!
I waited for them to get as close as they could because effective range
on a shotgun is only about 20 yards and I was about 100 yards away. I
tried to circle around but this is when I found out that turkeys have extremely
good eyesight, they saw me coming a mile away and ran back up the hill leaving
me with nothing again! I wanted to get back in that spot with my rifle
first thing in the morning, perhaps with my rifle I might have a chance at
getting one of these turkeys.
I woke up before the
sun rose and made my way to the hill. Previously the night before I had
put feed in the surrounding area so the turkey would come and take the bait.
As soon as I settled into the hill I heard the distinct sound of a turkey
“Gobble Gobble!” I made sure to stay very still this time as I saw a
large Tom (male turkey) make his way towards the feed I had spread the night
before. I was getting so anxious I could hardly keep myself from
hyperventilating. As the turkey drew into my range I had loaded a load of
#6 shot with high velocity. This meant I was using larger ball bearings
that traveled faster, especially for larger game like turkey. I shot at
the turkey and saw it jump and flutter off! I was excited I knew I hit
the animal but now I needed to finish the job. I took out my machete to
finish the job and approached where I saw the turkey hobble off to. As I
got close to the turkey I was feeling a rush of adrenaline, Tom’s have a large
talon that they can gouge you with so I knew I had to be swift in my strike.
As I got within distance of the turkey it jumped into a huge bush of
poison oak. “Ughhh,” I said. I hate poison oak, and there was no way I was
going in that bush with a turkey that had a massive set of talons waiting for me.
Not one of us had a small caliber pistol and I didn’t want to pepper the
turkey again with my shotgun so I decided the best bet would be to shoot at it
with my rifle and hope for a through and through. I got as close as
comfort would let me and pulled the trigger on my 1942 Mosin Nagant ending the turkey’s
life. I was able to pull the turkey out of the bush with a pair of gloves
and by stepping down onto the branches.
After I had
defeathered the bird and started to gut the animal I noticed that the shot from
my rifle blew away half of the turkey. It was my first encounter with
ballistics and a large caliber bullet, needless to say I’m going to have a .22
next time I hunt for jobs such as this. I was able to cook the turkey
later that morning for a lunch for all 3 of us boys and my friend’s family
which ended up serving about 6 people. All of that work for one simple
meal, I think the lesson I learned that day was bring some hot dogs next time
you go hunting just in case your luck isn’t with you.
Hope you enjoyed the
read,
Johnny 5-