I met this fellow in a sandy wash in TX this morning. I got within about a foot of him and he coiled up and went to rattling. I took his picture, he looked me over, then crawled off. No harm done. I ain't skeered of no snake.

I gotta admit I immediately started being a lot more careful about where I stepped. And yes, I know it would be poetic justice if I were to die by snake bite.

Be careful preacher, lots of snakes in the area.

I turkey hunted Texas one time. Will never go back. It was the first weekend in May and Over 100 degrees. Set up under a mesquite tree when I heard the rattlin. Never saw the snake I was running too fast. Saw about two a day.

Come on PCP you could've got closer for the pic!

I was really close; optical illusion makes it look further.

At least I got a phone signal in area I'm hunting this afternoon, though I see no reason for there to be a turkey anywhere on the section of land I'm hunting.

We judged the snakes last week.

Don't you let a snake ruin a turkey hunt Mr Steve, they know how you are on the turkeys so they probably sent him out to run you away

My guide just told me that if I will sit beside a certain feeder all day tomorrow he is certain I will kill a turkey. I can tell he thinks I'm hardheaded and unreasonable because I don't wanna do that. Oh well, at least I didn't see more snakes.

Haha, welcome to TX. Who/what service did you end up hunting with?

Yea I guess I shoulda done that too and maybe I'd killed one but I was stubborn and didn't wanna hunt that way, on the way home I kinda wished I had

Haha, welcome to TX. Who/what service did you end up hunting with? [/quote
Same in Kansas.

If you were Pentecostal you could have put him in your vest and carried him to next Sunday service.

Hahahahaha!!!!!

I ain't skeered of no snake, but I ain't that foolish.

I have finally killed a TX turkey. I went on a trip here in 2005 and ate tag soup. Hunted hard 2 days last week and never came close. This morning I got up early and set up down the hill from where I was Saturday. It was cold, but relatively still, and turkeys gobbled good. Most were roosted on the next ranch and every one of them flew down into their pasture.

I think there were 3 longbeards in the flock and one of them had a deep gobble that sounded like an Eastern; bet he is old. I enjoyed talking to him, and he really loved my trumpet. I was thinking I might pull off the near impossible by getting him to leave his hens in the pasture and come to me, when I suddenly heard a turkey drumming right behind me. Then he gobbled 4 times in a row and was maybe 10' from me; that was worth the trip right there.

I finally turned my head and didn't see him, so I got on my knees and spun around. If it had been the Coosa WMA he would have spotted me and flown off, but he hung around long enough to catch a load of #9 tss. Turned out to be a nice gobbler with a 10" beard. Gonna try for the old guy in the morning.

Way to get him Mr Steve

Congrats. Hope you get the old one now

Congrats!

congrats

Nice one, congrats PCP