In the fall of 1992 my grandpa came to do some pheasant hunting. After a week he headed home leaving me with his trusty old Ithaca shotgun for my first year of hunting that fall. In the spring of ’93, I called in my very first long beard just minutes into the season and killed him with that very Ithaca!
Fast forward to last weekend some 18 years later. I’m at home packing my stuff to go watch my son play baseball and do some turkey hunting if we have time. I’m loading all the usual stuff like: blinds, bows, and decoys. That’s when I notice the old Ithaca in the gun case and that gets me thinking about my grandpa. You see grandpa lost his life after a long fight with an illness on Christmas Day 2006. I instantly put my bow back and loaded the shotgun into my truck.
Two days later we would find a break in baseball to hit the turkey woods. As I leaned back against a tree just feet from my son and no more than 100 yards from the tree I shot my very first turkey from, my head was filled with memories. Well that and the sounds of turkeys as my son tried every note he could on the six calls he had. Heck I couldn’t even catch a minute of shut eye. After a slow evening the sun was hitting the treetops, when movement caught my eye. Out from behind some trees 200 yards away, two gobblers and six hens emerged. They seemed to pay no attention to Cade’s sweet music until the gobblers could see the full strut decoy. The race was on and in a matter of seconds they were in easy shotgun range. At 10 yards their heads became aligned. I flicked off the safety and let grandpa’s Ithaca eat. I dropped one in his tracks and the other, hit hard was brought down with a follow up shot or two.
It has been eight years since I carried a shotgun after turkeys and shot one without a blind or bow. Cade was speechless followed quickly by high fives. As we got ready to take pictures, Cade asked about the shotgun. He knew the story and as he held the gun I told it to him yet again. That’s when he said “Well maybe next year for my hunt I could use great grandpa’s old Ithaca on my first turkey and we could sit right here?” I wouldn’t want it any other way and neither would he. We miss you Grandpa CE!!!!!!
~ written by Robbie Dockter



















