So I think I posted somewhere last week about a bird that has given me some trouble this season. Even Setterman agreed he needed to die. Well, today he did. However, it was not under ideal circumstances.
He had gotten back into a pattern this week, resembling that of the first two weeks of season. I had stopped hunting him all together for the last 3 weeks. This turkey was a terror to the front side of the farm and my emotions.
I called up Catman this week and told him today was going to be the day this turkey worried me no more. He agreed to come out and film and watch the magic happen. We got set up just before the sun did and he fired up from the limb. We looked at each other and knew the party had started and was soon to end. The birds flew down early, I suppose they were trying to beat the heat. We had hens walking in front of us by 5:45. Around 6:15 I eased down the tree line to see over into a spot I figured he had flown, when coming off roost. All I saw was a couple hens and a coyote. We sat for another half hour or more and decided to make a move to where we guessed he was. Topping the hill to go look, we saw 4 hens and that same coyote.
We decided to go get a biscuit and come back to another spot where we have both shot birds, since The Boss had seemed to escape us. After an hour and a half of sitting, calling, getting no response, and Catman sleeping against a tree, we decided to head home and call it a day. We got back to where the Coyote had been and I saw feathers. Catman's outdoor acumen lead him straight to what had happened. He followed the trail of feathers and jumped into some of thickest stuff I have ever seen. I knew what he was going to say before he even spoke up. That stupid coyote had killed The Boss. She ate everything but the wings and legs.
We saved the spurs and couldn't find the beard. We are now debating as to how to punish this coyote. We found the den close to where she killed The Boss. She has signed her certificate and Catman and I will be the cause of death.
He had gotten back into a pattern this week, resembling that of the first two weeks of season. I had stopped hunting him all together for the last 3 weeks. This turkey was a terror to the front side of the farm and my emotions.
I called up Catman this week and told him today was going to be the day this turkey worried me no more. He agreed to come out and film and watch the magic happen. We got set up just before the sun did and he fired up from the limb. We looked at each other and knew the party had started and was soon to end. The birds flew down early, I suppose they were trying to beat the heat. We had hens walking in front of us by 5:45. Around 6:15 I eased down the tree line to see over into a spot I figured he had flown, when coming off roost. All I saw was a couple hens and a coyote. We sat for another half hour or more and decided to make a move to where we guessed he was. Topping the hill to go look, we saw 4 hens and that same coyote.
We decided to go get a biscuit and come back to another spot where we have both shot birds, since The Boss had seemed to escape us. After an hour and a half of sitting, calling, getting no response, and Catman sleeping against a tree, we decided to head home and call it a day. We got back to where the Coyote had been and I saw feathers. Catman's outdoor acumen lead him straight to what had happened. He followed the trail of feathers and jumped into some of thickest stuff I have ever seen. I knew what he was going to say before he even spoke up. That stupid coyote had killed The Boss. She ate everything but the wings and legs.
We saved the spurs and couldn't find the beard. We are now debating as to how to punish this coyote. We found the den close to where she killed The Boss. She has signed her certificate and Catman and I will be the cause of death.
