TN Larry
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My back is some better so we were able to get out this weekend. Praise the Lord for that. The back specialist told me last week that I was one lucky man to be healing on my on.
Enough of that......We got on these 4 birds yesterday morning all alone but wouldn't commit. We had them close once and seen them twice. We never had the right setup as we were behind them the whole time and could circle them.
I had another plan this morning to come from another direction if they were roosted in the same spot. There was a point that we could come up that was a fairly easy walk and bring us to their level. We were below them yesterday starting out and never could call them back or get in front. They were in the same spot this morning. We were running a little late and already on the ground when we got set up on them. They had hens this morning though. I called and they all gobbled pretty close. They were different turkeys this morning either their mood was different or our setup. I believe it was a little of both. I was concerned with the hens but that didn't matter. I went back and forth with the hens, and they would gobble occasionally. I thought they were actually going the other direction so decided to call aggressively one time. That's all they could take as another call I could tell they were closing. I didn't know where they would pop up, but we were both ready with hearts beating with anticipation. He had first shot unless he couldn't get on one due to angle or one getting spooked. He whispered, Dad there they are as I looked and one comes strutting out behind a fallen tree. I told him to kill him as more turkeys kept coming. He was having a hard time with the glare of the red dot as I had turned the intensity up too much and was bright. I thought he was turning to leave, and I got ready to shoot. He said, wait and don't shoot.
He got on him and the 20 gauge turned him a back flip. He never flopped. We should have had a double, but we'll save that story for another day.
We got to him, and I looked back to the tree we were on and realized it was a farther shot than I thought. 42 steps which is not bad for a youngster.
This is his second bird at 9 years old. He's hooked. The monkey is off my back as my season goal is done. I hope to sneak in a hunt after church and maybe get on one myself.
22 lbs
1 1/16" sharp spurs
9 1/4" beard
Enough of that......We got on these 4 birds yesterday morning all alone but wouldn't commit. We had them close once and seen them twice. We never had the right setup as we were behind them the whole time and could circle them.
I had another plan this morning to come from another direction if they were roosted in the same spot. There was a point that we could come up that was a fairly easy walk and bring us to their level. We were below them yesterday starting out and never could call them back or get in front. They were in the same spot this morning. We were running a little late and already on the ground when we got set up on them. They had hens this morning though. I called and they all gobbled pretty close. They were different turkeys this morning either their mood was different or our setup. I believe it was a little of both. I was concerned with the hens but that didn't matter. I went back and forth with the hens, and they would gobble occasionally. I thought they were actually going the other direction so decided to call aggressively one time. That's all they could take as another call I could tell they were closing. I didn't know where they would pop up, but we were both ready with hearts beating with anticipation. He had first shot unless he couldn't get on one due to angle or one getting spooked. He whispered, Dad there they are as I looked and one comes strutting out behind a fallen tree. I told him to kill him as more turkeys kept coming. He was having a hard time with the glare of the red dot as I had turned the intensity up too much and was bright. I thought he was turning to leave, and I got ready to shoot. He said, wait and don't shoot.
He got on him and the 20 gauge turned him a back flip. He never flopped. We should have had a double, but we'll save that story for another day. We got to him, and I looked back to the tree we were on and realized it was a farther shot than I thought. 42 steps which is not bad for a youngster.
This is his second bird at 9 years old. He's hooked. The monkey is off my back as my season goal is done. I hope to sneak in a hunt after church and maybe get on one myself.
22 lbs
1 1/16" sharp spurs
9 1/4" beard
