You just never know...silent bird success!


ruttinbuc

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I rolled out of the sack way past the bell this morning. i was kicking myself trying to put my thermal bottoms on backward. One sock gone missing and the coffee was almost cold since it brewed an hour and a half before. I took a deep breath and told myself to relax. The day will wait. Besides, I must have needed the sleep to knock off the alarm and pass back to Z land. Why put myself in a lather to rush out to what has been a tedious week of turkey hunting?

I nuked the coffee while hunting for my sock and took the computer out of hibernate mode. Checked my emails and then made a couple or trips to load up my gear in the truck. I was headed toward my usual spot where I knew there were birds because I heard them a couple of weeks ago. Then I saw them close just last week. Except for Monday, when I heard two birds off in the drizzle, it was one quiet week. Maybe today I can get one in the mood.

As if directed by some unknown force, I found myself heading in the other direction. Toward a place where I killed a turkey before when the birds were not talking. I really had nothing to lose and the forecast for windy conditions made this a better spot. It was on the lee side of a hill on a creek bottom where at least I'd be out of the wind. Hopefully, so will the birds.

I parked the truck and headed in using my crow call every now and then to try to get something to open up. The walk was a lot longer than I remembered. The woods were pretty thick already, but the spot afforded a good view on the slope down to the creek. I broke out my glass call and hit a few loud clucks with the rosewood striker. A moment later I turned to a series of purrs into yelps.

With the wind blowing harder by the minute and everything moving I was convinced that the black object I saw was a stump or a shadow. I went to my binoculars to make sure. In the seconds that I took my eyes off the spot, the "stump" disappeared. Scanning the woods I failed to see anything but changing shadows from the trees blowing in the wind. I went to the purrs again and waited. It wasn't ten minutes when the red head of a gobbler suddenly popped up at 25 yards. To my surprise the bird sorta looked my way and ducked out of view. My first thought was that I blew it big time. "Did he see me?" I would have thought I'd see him running off....confused.gif

I slipped my 1100 over my knee and looked down the barrel. As if on cue, "Mr. Quiet" appeared on the opposite side of a small red oak, still looking my way. It took but a second to see his beard and turn out his lights! smoke.gif He flopped where he stood with a head full of #5's from a Federal Magnum 12 ga. turkey load. It certainly was better late than never to find myself in the right place at the right time. Amazing how it works like that...biglol.gif

The bird weighed in at 19#'s with a 9 inch beard and 1 1/8" spurs

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