Larry Case: It takes a real turkey to hunt these crazy birds

Outdoors columnist Larry Case shows off a gobbler killed in Summers County, W.Va. Case's love-hate relationship with turkey hunting tips enough toward love for him to keep going back to the woods every spring, despite the stupidity of it all. Outdoors columnist Larry Case shows off a gobbler killed in Summers County, W.Va. Case's love-hate relationship with turkey hunting tips enough toward love for him to keep going back to the woods every spring, despite the stupidity of it all.

By Larry Case April 11, 2019 6 min read

Contributed photo / Larry Case

Well, it’s that time of year again.

Some of you reading this live in a state that has a spring turkey hunting season open right now. For others, it is just around the corner. The dyed-in-the-wool, addicted turkey hunters are as excited as a crazed ferret. Right now they’re rambling around the house or even at work, practicing on a turkey call or blowing on an owl hooter, driving fellow employees mad and forcing wives to get the lawyer’s number off that magnet on the refrigerator.

If you are a turkey hunter, boys and girls, it is the once-a-year miracle, the big show, Christmas, New Year’s, your birthday and a winning lottery ticket all in one. In spring, the weather warms, turkeys gobble and we celebrate the world waking up after the long winter. It is a wonderful time of year, and I love it and I also hate it.

Why? Because turkey hunting is stupid, that’s why.

What? How could I possibly say that? If you follow this column, you know I have written about this before.