Relic found during turkey hunt

Saturday morning played out just a bit better than last Monday and I still came home with two tags.

I got to listen to two turkeys gobble their heads off, but they wouldn’t come to me.

For almost an hour, I listened to one bird gobble at me almost constantly.

He wanted me to come see him so badly.

The only problem was he was about 3/4 of a mile away and I could only go another 1/8th mile.

Property boundary line saved him from death by lead poisoning.

I called.

He would answer and give me goose bumps.

We kept our conversation constant for about an hour.

He finally got quiet and never said another word.

I guess I know how girls feel on online dating sites.

You find a match but his profile has no picture.

You start talking because your profiles have so much in common.

You keep asking him for a picture of himself and he just keeps talking.

You let him know you would like to meet and he just keeps talking.

He keeps showing so much interest in you and The Huntress he will not commit.

He plays hard to get and finally quits talking to you.

By 8:15 am, I felt a bit upset and aggravated.

The woods got quiet again and I would let out some yelps every 10 minutes.

About 9:30, I let out five yelps and after a minute of silence, I figured they wouldn’t say another word the rest of the day.

Much to my surprise, the silence was broken by a gobble.

I was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning.

I took off in the direction of the gobble and got to the other side of the property.

I called again to let him know I was closer and ready to see him at the end of my barrel.

He hammered out another gobble and was probably just a quarter mile away on the next property.

I had to stay put on my turf, so I was hoping he was desperately looking for a hen.

We talked back and forth and showed me he was not coming any closer.

After 45 minutes of yelping, purring and gobbling, he just finally quit gobbling.

I didn’t call much. I only did enough to keep him interested.

I was hoping that his sudden case of silence meant he was making a trip to see me from the other creek bottom but he never showed.

I waited for three hours and never heard him say another word.

I figured I might as well head back to the house when I heard thunder in the distance.

The wind began to pick up so my walking speed picked up pace.

I reached a spot where two ridges meet and saw something sticking out of the ground.

It looks like the rim of a bowl.

I walked over and grabbed onto it and gave it a gentle pull.

It was heavy and large. I put my gun down and used my boots to dig into the soft dirt around this mystery piece.

I grabbed onto it again and pulled.

This thing was heavy. I unearthed a large, tall vessel. I wiped it off a bit and decided to take it to my parent’s house.

I put up my stuff and washed the pot off gently with the water hose.

The mud came off and I laid my eyes on a cream colored crock with a blue line on the top and a blue five on the side.

I realized I found my great grandmother’s five-gallon butter churn!

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