Memories By Patrick L. Snickles Turkey Hunting I was introduced to spring gobbler hunting by a good friend and fraternity brother while attending Penn State. I had just spent five years in the U.S. Navy, practically all of it overseas, and was anxiously getting back to hunting and fishing. My friend Rich had invited me to deer hunt with him on his uncle's farm in Huntingdon County and that's where I was introduced to Rich's dad, an avid spring gobbler hunter. After a couple seasons at deer camp, I was invited to go spring gobbler hunting with Rich and his dad, and agreed to go. But I was a blank slate; I knew absolutely nothing about hunting turkeys in the spring. I remember getting to the farm about the time I would have been halfway through a normal night's sleep. Rich and I met up with his dad and we took off across the pasture and up onto a ridge overlooking a long, narrow valley. The thing I remember most was being told repeatedly not to move an inch. They stressed how acutely turkeys could see Recalling the past while awaiting the future MAY 2021 7