Post by Hunter on May 21, 2006 8:28:46 GMT -5
Jr. poked me in the ribs at 4:15 the morning of the one day jumior turkey hunt and said Dad it's raining pretty hard, windy, and 35 degrees. Great I thought. We watched the weather channel radar....yup rain all day. Crawling back into bed seemed appealing...but turk hunting was calling us.
It was so windy last night we didn't even try to roost one...so we were hunting blind. We started up the mountain and along the ridge they were roosting on all week. Not a cluck...so over the top we go. We worked the oak forest they like to hang in...nothing. It's getting kinda raw out now. I offer Jr. the options of heading home now while we are only a mile from home...or hiking down to our turkey killin field a mile further....off we went for the struttin field.
When we hit the edge of the field I could see 2 Jakes on the field. Jr dropped outta sight and set up to shoot while I belly crawled the decoy 20 yds into the field. I got right behind Jr. and called softly...the Jakes turned away and moved off. Great I think...thats when I notice another Gobbler out there....he run the Jakes off and answered me...no gobblin just clucks and puts. Bout that time a big raindrop hits the end of my wood striker ...thats the end of that one for today. As I pull the water proof carbon striker out and call just a little more aggressively and a hen comes in behind us puttin an a cluckin a mile a minute. Great I thought this is gonna be really good {if she helps us call him in} or really bad {if she busts us and gives the warning putts}. I keep calling...the gobbler trailed by the Jakes are coming...the hen is ten feet behind me and shuts up...uh ho. She hasn't seen us and the gobbler needs two more steps to clear the ditch. I risk it and do a purr and he comes up over...I tell Jr. take him when you can....blam down he goes 40 yds. out.
We new he was a nice one before we got to him. Turned out to be a double bearded Gobbler one 8 inch one 4 inch. Spurs 1 inch and 7/8 inch. He weighed in at 19 3/4 pounds. We had a great morning.
It was so windy last night we didn't even try to roost one...so we were hunting blind. We started up the mountain and along the ridge they were roosting on all week. Not a cluck...so over the top we go. We worked the oak forest they like to hang in...nothing. It's getting kinda raw out now. I offer Jr. the options of heading home now while we are only a mile from home...or hiking down to our turkey killin field a mile further....off we went for the struttin field.
When we hit the edge of the field I could see 2 Jakes on the field. Jr dropped outta sight and set up to shoot while I belly crawled the decoy 20 yds into the field. I got right behind Jr. and called softly...the Jakes turned away and moved off. Great I think...thats when I notice another Gobbler out there....he run the Jakes off and answered me...no gobblin just clucks and puts. Bout that time a big raindrop hits the end of my wood striker ...thats the end of that one for today. As I pull the water proof carbon striker out and call just a little more aggressively and a hen comes in behind us puttin an a cluckin a mile a minute. Great I thought this is gonna be really good {if she helps us call him in} or really bad {if she busts us and gives the warning putts}. I keep calling...the gobbler trailed by the Jakes are coming...the hen is ten feet behind me and shuts up...uh ho. She hasn't seen us and the gobbler needs two more steps to clear the ditch. I risk it and do a purr and he comes up over...I tell Jr. take him when you can....blam down he goes 40 yds. out.
We new he was a nice one before we got to him. Turned out to be a double bearded Gobbler one 8 inch one 4 inch. Spurs 1 inch and 7/8 inch. He weighed in at 19 3/4 pounds. We had a great morning.