Larry's Short Stories

The Missouri Spring Trifecta

The real prize, of course, is the gobbler.  This one weighed 20-1/2 pounds, had a ten inch beard and one inch spurs.  My Winchester Model 12 has taken lots of turkeys.
The real prize, of course, is the gobbler. This one weighed 20-1/2 pounds, had a ten inch beard and one inch spurs. My Winchester Model 12 has taken lots of turkeys.

It may be quite a stretch, for some folks, as the word “Trifecta” is applied to spring turkey hunting in Missouri – especially for those who know horse racing; but for any hunter who’s been fortunate enough to shoot a gobbler during Missouri’s spring turkey season, then pick a batch of mushrooms, and finally to find an arrowhead – well, for them at least, using the word Trifecta may not seem such a stretch.
It was the twelfth day of the 21 day turkey season, but only my fourth morning in the woods; the NRA always seems to schedule their annual meetings during this time. In my previous three outings, I had hunted pretty passively, sitting by Raymond’s food plot (named after Brenda’s dad) and waiting for the turkeys to come to me – didn’t work. Well, it kinda worked; the turkeys did come to the food plot, but not close enough to be of interest; and close is really important when you’re turkey hunting.

Technically this isn’t an arrowhead, but certainly it’s a tool used by Native Americans in their day-to-day living.  The Swiss Army Knife is just there for comparison.  It’s 2-1/2 inches long.
Technically this isn’t an arrowhead, but certainly it’s a tool used by Native Americans in their day-to-day living. The Swiss Army Knife is just there for comparison. It’s 2-1/2 inches long.

This fourth morning was different; first I was hunting with a friend (Matt) and second, the plan was to go to the birds, to be more aggressive. We walked to the north end of the food plot (arriving about 5:45 am), made an owl call and listened to several responses. The nearest bird was off the southwest corner of the food plot, about 500 yards away – so we walked back to the south end, then turned west into the woods. Crossing a small ditch, we set up near some cedar trees on the side of the hill. It was a classic hunt; we were only about 100 yards out, and the bird was still on the roost, Matt called him in and I made the shot. One and done at 6:12 am, pretty short turkey hunt!
The mushrooms were simply ‘in the way’ as we walked through the woods back to the pickup; no real effort, no real mushroom hunt. Sometimes it works that way.
Now, the arrowhead was a different story. Matt and I moved to a place called Patton Farm to try for his turkey. There was a small creek running through the southeast corner of this farm, only about two hundred yards long. Half-way up the creek, in a couple inches of water, was the arrowhead. Perhaps this morning Matt and I added new meaning to the word Trifecta.

These morel mushrooms are the crème de la crème, and spring turkey season is the right time to look for them in Missouri.
These morel mushrooms are the crème de la crème, and spring turkey season is the right time to look for them in Missouri.
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