Had a great hunt this morning with my old friend AMB. Got on two gobbling like crazy right off the bat. One came a long, long way in a hurry. But he wouldn’t come the last 75 yards.
Anyway, that was pretty fun in its own right.
We’re walking up out of the hole we’d climbed down into, almost back to the logging road, when a bird gobbles at us walking in the dry leaves. He’s no more than 25 yards away. The kind of gobble that will blow your hat off.
This should be quick, I think. He will peek over the edge and one of us will shoot him in the face.
About that time, AMB’s gun goes boom. But the shot is kind of muffled from where I’m sitting.
Nothing is ever straightforward with turkeys.
That joker had swung around behind us. AMB caught a glimpse and was able to lean around the tree, shoot through a wad of grape vines and kill that rascal.
It was a strange hunt all the way around but a ton of action.
Walked nearly 2-1/2 miles. I’m tired. I know that’s not a lot but I been lounging for 2 months with this back and it’s about all I had.
Almost forgot to mention. The gobbler had 2 beards.
The sun shining on its feathers sure was pretty.