TNTomtaker01
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Come on i am sure some of yall have had tangles with some old warriors that you spent enough time on to name. Lets here the stories happy ending or not.
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buckmaster 320
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I have put some bad names on some of the ones i have missed :grin:
spitndrum
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I use the same as Ren, I had a Nemesis bird in Chapel Hill that I snuck in on and got within range light calls and he came in below my set on the river bank I was set up for him to walk down the edge of the field-he was killed and had over 1 1/4 spurs and just shy of a 12 beard
TurkeyBurd
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BS-Spit?
Were/When/Who was your guide?
Were/When/Who was your guide?
i dont call them by their name just thunder chicken
catman529
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nate17 said:
I would love to see one of those...too bad you didn't kill him, maybe another one will show up from his genes in the flock. A lot of albino deer around here but no white turkeys yet to be seen (by me at least). I'd take a shot at one as soon as he was in range, even if it was a jake.
bvoss
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Plenty to pick from but im going to tell you about 'Ol Snap.
My buddy and I headed to a honey hole of mine in Marshall County that is eat up with birds.
On this particular morning we decided to take a video camera with us. We drew straws to see who was running it and of course I lost. When we got there we roosted a bird on the opposite side of a little five acre field from us. But by the time he gobbled it was getting light. So we had to set up quickly.
We got set up about twenty yards inside the woods across the field from the bird ( about 150 yds away). He hammered at everything we threw at him. He flew down and came in on a string. This was working great until he got about fifty yards out and then turned and made a big circle and entered into our side of the woods.
I was getting some great footage of him spitting and drumming, strutting , stoping to crane his head, gobble, and go right back into to strut. When he entered into the woods we lost sight of him and my buddy whispered to me if I could see him. I told him I couldnt
Right about the time I said that I saw something out of the corner of my eye and here he comes...full strut...ten yards away. He was headed right for my buddies gun barrel. I was looking right at the ol birds eyeball when he was at about five yards and my buddy said, " You on him?" I said , "Yea bust him." My buddy pulled the trigger and SNAP! The firing pin hit the shell and the gun didnt fire. Ol Snap took off running, then flying before we could ever get another shot off. We were both so ticked!
As we sat there in silence reminicing what just happened I said, well lets look at the film. When I tried to rewind it I realized that I had forgotten to push the record button
SNAP!
Still hunting that bird!
My buddy and I headed to a honey hole of mine in Marshall County that is eat up with birds.
On this particular morning we decided to take a video camera with us. We drew straws to see who was running it and of course I lost. When we got there we roosted a bird on the opposite side of a little five acre field from us. But by the time he gobbled it was getting light. So we had to set up quickly.
We got set up about twenty yards inside the woods across the field from the bird ( about 150 yds away). He hammered at everything we threw at him. He flew down and came in on a string. This was working great until he got about fifty yards out and then turned and made a big circle and entered into our side of the woods.
I was getting some great footage of him spitting and drumming, strutting , stoping to crane his head, gobble, and go right back into to strut. When he entered into the woods we lost sight of him and my buddy whispered to me if I could see him. I told him I couldnt
Right about the time I said that I saw something out of the corner of my eye and here he comes...full strut...ten yards away. He was headed right for my buddies gun barrel. I was looking right at the ol birds eyeball when he was at about five yards and my buddy said, " You on him?" I said , "Yea bust him." My buddy pulled the trigger and SNAP! The firing pin hit the shell and the gun didnt fire. Ol Snap took off running, then flying before we could ever get another shot off. We were both so ticked!
As we sat there in silence reminicing what just happened I said, well lets look at the film. When I tried to rewind it I realized that I had forgotten to push the record button
SNAP!Still hunting that bird!
bvoss
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T32MD said:
Its tough not to let it get personal when you get a good schooling. I love when one of those season wreckers bite the dust!
bvoss
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I named this turkey Cowboy because I figured he was an old bird. Boy did he give me a fit. Went back through the archives and copied this from one of my old posts. 5-9-09:
Well, I killed two nice toms in the first two days of the season and have been after this particular bird ever since.
I have hunted the same bird at least ten times this season. He is right behind my house and always gobblin his fool head off on the roost and doesn't make a sound once he is on the ground. Every single time I've been after him he has flown away from me, or something has happended to mess it up.
I roosted him yesterday evening. Got up this morning, made my way to the woods through the rain. Slipped within about 60 yards or so of him and got ready to sit down. I was on a ridge and he was all the way at the end of it roosted on a point. Right before I sat down I busted some hens off of the roost. With it raining quite a bit, I don't think he knew exactly what happened, he just gobbled at them as they bolted away.
I sat down and let things settle a bit. He kept on hammering. I decided that since this bird was called to so much ( by me and every other hunter around) I wasn't going to yelp at him at all. I gave a couple of clucks and flapped my hat. He hammered. I purred a little and gave a few more clucks. He hammered again. I could hear him drumming on the roost.
I sat there waiting. Silent. At 6:15 I heard his big wings flap and saw him diving out of the trees. He hit the ground 40 yards from me. By that time I had the bead on his head. I squeezed the trigger and the old Mossberg 835 did its job. He was a Cowboy for sure. 11 inch beard, 1 1/4 spurs, 23 lbs. I have been after this bird since the first of April and this was the first time I actually saw him. I will try to post the picks later. Man what a great hunt.
Well, I killed two nice toms in the first two days of the season and have been after this particular bird ever since.
I have hunted the same bird at least ten times this season. He is right behind my house and always gobblin his fool head off on the roost and doesn't make a sound once he is on the ground. Every single time I've been after him he has flown away from me, or something has happended to mess it up.
I roosted him yesterday evening. Got up this morning, made my way to the woods through the rain. Slipped within about 60 yards or so of him and got ready to sit down. I was on a ridge and he was all the way at the end of it roosted on a point. Right before I sat down I busted some hens off of the roost. With it raining quite a bit, I don't think he knew exactly what happened, he just gobbled at them as they bolted away.
I sat down and let things settle a bit. He kept on hammering. I decided that since this bird was called to so much ( by me and every other hunter around) I wasn't going to yelp at him at all. I gave a couple of clucks and flapped my hat. He hammered. I purred a little and gave a few more clucks. He hammered again. I could hear him drumming on the roost.
I sat there waiting. Silent. At 6:15 I heard his big wings flap and saw him diving out of the trees. He hit the ground 40 yards from me. By that time I had the bead on his head. I squeezed the trigger and the old Mossberg 835 did its job. He was a Cowboy for sure. 11 inch beard, 1 1/4 spurs, 23 lbs. I have been after this bird since the first of April and this was the first time I actually saw him. I will try to post the picks later. Man what a great hunt.
TNTomtaker01
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Back around 03 or so i had a old bird that roosted on a steep steep ridge i am talking billy goat country. i hunted him all season actually had him in range with a buddy behind the gun and he got busted by a hen. I wound up spending most of my season hunting him and only him. Last weekend of the season i went into his bedrood around 3 and waited for his return. Ole lucky remained lucky he flew up about 75 yards in front of me and gobbled to let his lady know where he was. This is what cost lucky his life as i knew he was alone. 5 minutes after lucky hit the limb i herd the ladies flying up about 60 or so yards behind me. I sat still for another bit waiting till it was barely barely enough light to see to walk. I headed straight for the hens roost got to with in 20 yards of there tree and just emptied the gun in a ole rotten log. The hens flew straight away from lucky and i was in the money now. Fast forward to next morning hour before first light i was sitting 30 yards from where the hens had been the night before. Sunrise came and he announced his presence, i gave him a few stern but soft clucks and shut up. Lucky hit the ground 40 yards out and walked to 15 were he was laid to rest. Lucky scored in at 19 pounds 1/1/8 spur and 1/1/4 spur and 11/3/4 in beard, and thats when i became addicted to the cowboys!
bvoss
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TNTomtaker01 said:
Great Tactic! Great story!
