I’m in Brady, TX right now. It’s 4am and I can’t sleep, yesterday was an interesting day–thought I’d share:
4:30 am Dad picks me up to go to the airport. We’re flying to San Antonio to go Turkey Hunting with Cuz Strickland ,who is a client of mine and probably the world’s best Turkey hunter.
5:45 am get through security and onto the plane…barely.
6:15 am learned that my dad likes Sudoko–this is funny, if you know my dad.
6:30 am Bored, picked up the magazine and started Sudoko’ing myself. I finished my first puzzle, dad was still working on his 2nd when we landed.
8:30 am Land at DFW. McD’s for breakfast; Cuz missed his flight, try to get him on ours, success. Cuz is fun times 
10:30 am Land at San Antonio. We’re the only 3 people in the entire airport who did not come to watch the Final 4 Basketball games.
11:00 am Whataburger, with fries and sweet tea. Hit the road–it’s over a two hour drive from San Antonio to Brady, TX. A beautiful one.
1:30 pm get to Brady–the Days Inn–meet the othe guides and the other cameraman. His name is pronounounced “yock” I’m not sure how to spell that, so I’ll just go phonetical.
2:00 pm It’s hunting time. We drive out to the ranch–20 minutes outside Brady, first we pull up and shoot the shit for a few minutes while Cuz and Yock get there camera gear all setup (there cameras are all decked out in camo–so were all of us from head to toe. I have pictures, but no way to upload them). Cuz and Dad have been talking about the “Old Lions vs the Young Lions” (Cuz and dad are close to the same age, so are Yock and me). There is clearly a competition going on here–we must kick the old farts butts.
–I’ll stop with the timeline and just tell you about the hunt now. We pulled up to a grove of trees and Cuz and Yock gave us a quick class on how to sit. Seems silly, but turkey hunting can involve sitting absolutley still for a long time–I think I sat under one tree for about two hours today. Team Young Lions went down to the canyon, team Old Fart–er–Lions went somewhere else. Oh–and this ranch has 6,600 acres, which is “A little small” for Cuz’s liking.
We hunted till sundown, and we worked hard, but we left empty handed. I did see two hens (the lady turkeys), and we walked about 5,000 miles, and right at the end of a very long walk in the opposite direction of our mule (the ATV that drives us around), when we knew that we were going to have to walk back to it–we heard a “gobbler” on the other side of the trees. This is exciting. Have you ever been excited to hear a turkey gobble? Me neither–but I swear after a whole day of walking, crouching, calling and listening, this was music to my ears. We never did get him to come out into the open…but this morning, the pro’s assure me that we will see some “Gobblers” coming down off the roost.
I’ll post pics when I get home. Oh, and Amy–I don’t have cell phone reception anywhere out here, but I’m in the Days Inn in Brady, and the number is 325-597-0789; room 126. And I love you.
PS We ate last night at “The Hard Eight” BBQ. I had Prime Rib, Brisket, Sausage, and Chicken by the pound. Plus sweet tea. It was awesome.