I’ve got a newish shovel I’ll sell him!Don’t you have snow to shovel or something?
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Big difference, you’re just anal about killing bugs all the time. I’m trying to keep them off me. Yeah kinda the same but your treating the neighborhood, I’m treating for me
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Around 4 I walked back in and sat down at the same tree. Around 5 I had a tom gobble about 300 yards in the bottom. Few minutes later I did some yelps and not getting a reply. 30 minutes later I look to my right and a tom is 30 yards away looking at me head held high. I’m not ready and the tom knows something might be up. I freeze as he stood there for 5 minutes not moving. Then he starts feeding in the woods offering no shot but did give me and opportunity to pick up my gun and slowly shoulder and turn and wait for a clear shot. Seemed like 20 minutes but was probably about 4-5 minutes and I pulled the trigger. I got my first turkey for the year.
matthew
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Congratulations awesome hunt . I can't wait for the sounds of turkey season , and few mushrooms. ..Thats a nice bird way to get it done .
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Thanks, I wasn’t trying to be a first. Was trying to kill a bird in 2 years. Felt good to pull the trigger after many miles through the woods. Had one this morning but I kicked up some deer and they ran over the turkey. I sat till 8 and he would gobble every 5 minutes. I went down the hill and through the gully to get on his side of the ridge. Was about 70 yards from him but he was on back side of another. Slipped up and he was in a tree and seen me. Damn deer put him back in the tree. This turkey hunting is a sickness, and I love it.
Heard another one while sitting here about 300 yards off. Waiting for him to gobble again so I can get a good direction to close the distance.
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Whammy today. No birds harmed, real windy now with gust to 30. Was a great weekend nonetheless. I’m sure I will find another place soon 
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Hell yeah man. Awesome bird. I was in Vicksburg this weekend, not hunting but helping out my parents and taking the boys to the military park. The woods looked like the perfect turkey opener. Still bare but with green up just starting. All the trees were budding. Perfect turkey woods.
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Well just when you think your a Turkey hunter, they remind you whose woods your in.
Made the weekend hunt, had a bird gobbling off the property about 250-300 yards. I called but he never responded so I spent the morning listening to him gobble his fool head off, except for my calls. Soon the gobbles got further away until he shut up for the day. Walked to my truck and drove to town for lunch. Sat there in the ac drinking a coke, thinking to myself “how does a pea brained bird” beat me most of the time. I’m a decent hunter, think I’m a great outdoorsman, but these damn birds have my number. After an hour I drove back to the property w no game plan except sit in a likely strut spot and soft call every 20 minutes. At 6pm my ass was hunting, confidence wavering. I called it a day tucking my tail to the truck. That night I told myself that I was gonna be more aggressive and make it happen
, at least that’s the plan.
This morning I parked at the gated trail at 6am, day break is at 6:37. Had a 700 yd walk to where I thought the bird would roost. He was there last yr and has been everytime I’ve hunted. Got 150 yards in and I heard a faint gobble. Yup that’s him, my steps moved with purpose and I slowed down before I got close. He gobbled like he was telling me “I’m over here, where are you”. Facemask and gloves on I snuck the last 100 yards thinking to almost get about a 100 from him. His gobbles were loud and rumbled in my chest. Didn’t think I could get closer because it opens up and I’m on a path w two deep draws on both sides and he seems on the edge of the bowl but next to the ridge. I sat there scanning the trees that has a few leaves but not naked or full. His gobbling and drumming had me worked up. It’s almost to sunup and I gave a couple soft yelps to let him know there is a hen waiting. He didn’t gobble at me but gobbled every minute or more. Then I hear a hen calling to him yapping her head off and he don’t respond to her. Anyway I’m between them so that’s best case senario. He continues to gobble and stayed in the tree till 8:30. At 8:15 I find him in the tree not 50-60 yards from me. Felt like limb popping him and yelling tators as he hits the ground like a sack of tators. But that’s not the game I want to play…..this is personal now. At 8:30 he flys out in front of me offering a flying shot and lands out of sight. Of course he does haha. He’s the king here, don’t live long doing stupid shit.
He works away on the ridge and I reposition to the ridge as I know where he is as he’s gobbling so much. Tried calling but he ain’t having it. Now he’s working his way in the bottom. Across and up from there is a food plot where he likes to go. Bet! I back out, hustling back to the food plot where I killed the week before. Go down to a food plot in the bottom and go back up through the woods to a cut lane to the plot I think he’s going to. Get there and he’s in the bottom, set up and waiting. He’s gobbling like on a limb and goes back up to the ridge and is laughing at me cause if I’d stayed, good chance I’d show you a pic of a limb hanger. 45 minutes pass and I slip down to the bottom as he’s on other side of ridge gobbling his fool head off. Figured I’d get in his pocket and he circles back and forth. Make it to almost the top and he’s on the other side doing his thing. I can feel it in my chest and my adrenaline is kicking. He sounds like he’s on the lower side so I slip to a big tree almost on top but I can’t see down where he is. Scratching like a hen feeding and purring. He gobbles a few more courtesy times then shuts up. Sitting on pins and needles cause he’s either coming or going. 10 minutes later he gobbles 300 yards off then sounds further each time he opens his mouth. He won again, my hats off to him. Damn I hate turkeys but love the game. Until next weekend. If he’s there I might have enough info…well maybe we get to do it on my terms. Sorry for the long post.
Oh Hunter went w his friend on his friends property 30 miles from me for his buddy to kill his first. Hunter said the bird read the script and put on a show. Glad someone can get it done.
Made the weekend hunt, had a bird gobbling off the property about 250-300 yards. I called but he never responded so I spent the morning listening to him gobble his fool head off, except for my calls. Soon the gobbles got further away until he shut up for the day. Walked to my truck and drove to town for lunch. Sat there in the ac drinking a coke, thinking to myself “how does a pea brained bird” beat me most of the time. I’m a decent hunter, think I’m a great outdoorsman, but these damn birds have my number. After an hour I drove back to the property w no game plan except sit in a likely strut spot and soft call every 20 minutes. At 6pm my ass was hunting, confidence wavering. I called it a day tucking my tail to the truck. That night I told myself that I was gonna be more aggressive and make it happen
, at least that’s the plan.This morning I parked at the gated trail at 6am, day break is at 6:37. Had a 700 yd walk to where I thought the bird would roost. He was there last yr and has been everytime I’ve hunted. Got 150 yards in and I heard a faint gobble. Yup that’s him, my steps moved with purpose and I slowed down before I got close. He gobbled like he was telling me “I’m over here, where are you”. Facemask and gloves on I snuck the last 100 yards thinking to almost get about a 100 from him. His gobbles were loud and rumbled in my chest. Didn’t think I could get closer because it opens up and I’m on a path w two deep draws on both sides and he seems on the edge of the bowl but next to the ridge. I sat there scanning the trees that has a few leaves but not naked or full. His gobbling and drumming had me worked up. It’s almost to sunup and I gave a couple soft yelps to let him know there is a hen waiting. He didn’t gobble at me but gobbled every minute or more. Then I hear a hen calling to him yapping her head off and he don’t respond to her. Anyway I’m between them so that’s best case senario. He continues to gobble and stayed in the tree till 8:30. At 8:15 I find him in the tree not 50-60 yards from me. Felt like limb popping him and yelling tators as he hits the ground like a sack of tators. But that’s not the game I want to play…..this is personal now. At 8:30 he flys out in front of me offering a flying shot and lands out of sight. Of course he does haha. He’s the king here, don’t live long doing stupid shit.
He works away on the ridge and I reposition to the ridge as I know where he is as he’s gobbling so much. Tried calling but he ain’t having it. Now he’s working his way in the bottom. Across and up from there is a food plot where he likes to go. Bet! I back out, hustling back to the food plot where I killed the week before. Go down to a food plot in the bottom and go back up through the woods to a cut lane to the plot I think he’s going to. Get there and he’s in the bottom, set up and waiting. He’s gobbling like on a limb and goes back up to the ridge and is laughing at me cause if I’d stayed, good chance I’d show you a pic of a limb hanger. 45 minutes pass and I slip down to the bottom as he’s on other side of ridge gobbling his fool head off. Figured I’d get in his pocket and he circles back and forth. Make it to almost the top and he’s on the other side doing his thing. I can feel it in my chest and my adrenaline is kicking. He sounds like he’s on the lower side so I slip to a big tree almost on top but I can’t see down where he is. Scratching like a hen feeding and purring. He gobbles a few more courtesy times then shuts up. Sitting on pins and needles cause he’s either coming or going. 10 minutes later he gobbles 300 yards off then sounds further each time he opens his mouth. He won again, my hats off to him. Damn I hate turkeys but love the game. Until next weekend. If he’s there I might have enough info…well maybe we get to do it on my terms. Sorry for the long post.
Oh Hunter went w his friend on his friends property 30 miles from me for his buddy to kill his first. Hunter said the bird read the script and put on a show. Glad someone can get it done.
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