Never shot a gobbler off the limb, but back in my fall hunting days we walked right up in the middle of probably 100 hens and poults in the pitch black dark by accident. We are sitting there shooting the bull trying to catch our breath and hear stuff falling around is in the dry leaves and look up to see black dots everywhere. We checked lethal shooting times and were almost in it then. They started pitching out 15 minutes later away from us so we commenced to filling our tags. Ain't much different than shooting squirrels except they make more racket falling out and hitting the ground.


Some men are mere hunters; others are turkey hunters. —Archibald Rutledge—