oldblue Posted May 16, 2007 Report Share Posted May 16, 2007 Saturday morning was a typical Saturday morning for me. I was at my Dad's house at 5 a.m. to pick him up for some hunting. He was pretty tired from hunting everyday for the first couple of weeks and much to my surprise there was no light in his house. Left and went to get gas and came back at 5:15 a.m. but still no light. Knowing he was tired from hunting and carrying his 24 lb 10 inch beard out of the woods a few days earlier I left him sleep. I left and got to the stop sign which if I make a right turn I go home and back to bed; if I make a left turn I go hunting. I really wanted to turn right, but turned left and went to the mountain to set up, alone. I heard a gobble over that way, then another gobble over the other way, but after trying for several minutes could not get anything to answer back. Now it is about 6:30 a.m. and there are three turkeys way out in the field, how they got there I have no idea, but there they are. They are pretty far away but what the heck here goes nothing. I gave a couple of "Here I am boys!" calls on my slate call and they immediately turned and started my way. They did not run, but they did come right down to me and all the way I thought these are small, not making any noise, so they must be hens. They got about 30 years away and I say the beards (small) sticking out of all three of them. I thought here I am with 3 Jakes coming my way and I don't want to take a Jake. Then my inner voice said "Go ahead, what the heck!" I picked out the biggest one and shot. The feathers flew and that guy dropped like a brick. The other 2 jumped but stayed right there, so I thought I would just sit and watch them for a few minutes. Then the one I shot lifted its head and then just like that dropped its head. So I thought it was done for now. One of the two that were left, started to jump on the "dead" one and peck at it. I slammed another shell in the chamber to scare them away, they either didn't hear me or didn't care and just stayed there doing what they were doing. I stood up and they still did nothing. So I stepped out of the woods and one ran that way and one ran the other way and the one that was "dead" got up and ran the other way. I was totally surprised and shot again at it while running and missed, then it jumped and flew and I shot again; of course I missed again. I stood there dumbfounded and watched my turkey fly away. Never again will I give them a chance, but get to them right away with gun at the ready. I guess I will be out again on Saturday. Have fun and keep smiling. Andy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rhino Posted May 17, 2007 Report Share Posted May 17, 2007 Bummer Andy but with him flying off like that there's a good chance he'll live to do battle another day. You're story sure proves a point about my stand caption below to the right of the OTPG membership. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldblue Posted May 17, 2007 Author Report Share Posted May 17, 2007 "Silver Member #44 TOTPG" Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you expected. That is exactly what I got on Saturday. Could not have said it better myself. Thanks Andy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bachflock Posted May 18, 2007 Report Share Posted May 18, 2007 That is a bummer but a lesson that won't soon be forgot! I shot my first bird this year, dropped him at 26 yards. I was so excited and trying not to spook another bird behind me so my brother might get a shot I didn't rack in a fresh shell. At one point I thought mine was going to get back up but it was just part of the roll. Your story is a great illustration for others to pay attention until the bird is in hand. Thanks for sharing! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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