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Post by Hunter on Nov 6, 2005 8:35:04 GMT -5
| Me an Jr. did a little scouting Thursday morning and heard 2 Toms gobble on the ridge behind the field we like to hunt. We herd them fly down and gobble again. So we snuck out of there to check out one of our other sweet spots. We got almost there an we herd another Tom gobble. So we head for Turkey Ambush Zone 3 and half way there one goes off up there. Good enough...let's get outta here before it breaks full light. Last night we went back to roost em...but the wind was howlin {hard to hear em gobble} so we hung by choice 1 and heard one gobble after dark.
We got up this am and it was raining and windy...the worst possible conditions to hunt turkey, but we geared up and went anyway. Gotta use the water proof calls...not the best choice. We got set up at way dark and at first light he gobbled...but he had hens with him. I worked him awile but he won't answer...so plan 2 is to pi$$ off the hens...that worked. They came by single file 40 yds off, and the Tom was last. Jr put him down dead in a burst of feathers and an explosion of water. |
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Post by Hunter on Nov 6, 2005 8:39:58 GMT -5
| He's just a Jake...not the bird I wanted...but today was the last day. He has 5 1/4 " beard and almost no spurs. Dad hurt his back and Jr. did double tae kwon do classes last night so I went out alone. I found three gobblers on the edge of a field I'd never hunted. I could not coax them accross into range. A hen finally led them into the woods.So now I'm really bummed out no huntin partners or gobblin. I decide to head home calling as I go. I was going thru unfamiluar territory when I stopped to call and 2 jakes answered. They were just yards below me over the ridge. I stopped an set up called, they just came charging in...almost too close again. I dumped the bigger one. He flopped and rolled all the way to the bottom. Thats how I got so close to the nest. |
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