Originally Posted By: Lonster
My old buddy Pap used to say "I like my turkeys like I like my eggs, poached". My first trip to Texas, I arrived and the ranch owner says "I've got a guide from Alabama his name is Pap Nelson..." I hunted with Pap on a 20,000 acre ranch any guess what we did. Yep, we poached my first 2 Rios from an adjoining ranch!
Judge not ye lest ye be judged by him.



good lord I haven't heard of that name in many of years, pap nelson.

my honey hole I lost this spring I could have crossed the fence real easy, I never did, never heard anyone in that area except for a couple of times and he was trespassing as it was. I actually told him once that if he had shot at that bird where he usually flew done to, my side of fence. I had slipped in within 50 yards of his roost tree up hill from him a HOUR before any light. I thought I heard something come in to the fence but wasn't sure it was a person, until he hooted and started crow calling right at first light along with his yelping like crazy 75 yards from the tree. of course with all that racket bird flew to the open field away from him. as soon as the bird I hoped was on the ground 200 yards away. I started down the hill to get close to him. I saw the guy get up and start walking away, I told him that if he had shot to where the bird would usually land he would have shot me. he got pissed and said what did you say, I told him again. he walked away no saying anything.
I didn't call mr green jeans cause I didn't know if he had permission or not, but I knew he didn't. besides the bird was at a spot that I really tried hard to kill him that day. 7 hens drew him away. I killed him 2 days later. when he flew down from the roost right where he normally fly down to. all I done was cluck real soft when he was on the ground.

if i hadnt taken up hunting i might have became a juvenile delinquent or worst taken up GOLF