Kansas Turkey Adventures
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A mile from the office….this silly turkey’s video is going on national blast
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We live in Westminster CO as suburb of Denver. In a subdivsion. Last week I look out on our deck and there sets a hen turkey on the railing. A long way from turkey habitat. Ya just never know who or what is going to show up,,,,fox, coyotes, raccoons, doves, rabbits, squirrels, ravens but a turkey ? She stayed about 15 minutes.
Kansas turkey season closed yesterday, and for the first time in forever I will have to settle for (electronic) tag soup.
But there was a resounding moral victory on the way off the WIHA back to the SUV. I ever so gracefully wiggled under the fence and put my pack on, about to clear the ag field's edge when I caught movement in the freshly planted field. A bobcat was walking into the field, carrying a rabbit in its mouth. Freezing, I watched this cat walk out, put the bunny on the ground, and then get low and let the bunny make an escape attempt, only to be caught by the cat and returned to the field for several more staged escape attempts. Finally the bunny lay still and the bobcat ate every ounce. At 42 yards I could hear the munching.
Finished with his meal, the cat sat up and looked around. He stopped his head turning when he was looking directly at the copse of shrubs where I was standing. Never taking his eyes off of me, he started slowly walking towards me. Some of the tall grass in front of me was making the %#+=@7 autofocus on my camera focus on the foreground and not the advancing super kitty. I still was able to get a couple of nice images of a super predator.
He got to 8 yards and turned to his left. The fence crossing was at 14 yards. He finally caught my scent or movement and bounded off a few moments after the above photo was captured.
YouTube video uploads at midnight. I'll post the the link when it is made public.
But there was a resounding moral victory on the way off the WIHA back to the SUV. I ever so gracefully wiggled under the fence and put my pack on, about to clear the ag field's edge when I caught movement in the freshly planted field. A bobcat was walking into the field, carrying a rabbit in its mouth. Freezing, I watched this cat walk out, put the bunny on the ground, and then get low and let the bunny make an escape attempt, only to be caught by the cat and returned to the field for several more staged escape attempts. Finally the bunny lay still and the bobcat ate every ounce. At 42 yards I could hear the munching.
Finished with his meal, the cat sat up and looked around. He stopped his head turning when he was looking directly at the copse of shrubs where I was standing. Never taking his eyes off of me, he started slowly walking towards me. Some of the tall grass in front of me was making the %#+=@7 autofocus on my camera focus on the foreground and not the advancing super kitty. I still was able to get a couple of nice images of a super predator.
He got to 8 yards and turned to his left. The fence crossing was at 14 yards. He finally caught my scent or movement and bounded off a few moments after the above photo was captured.
YouTube video uploads at midnight. I'll post the the link when it is made public.
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Sheltowee
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Thought the Wildcats in your part of country were purple?
Great photos and great story!
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Great video! You had mentioned the auto-focus issue. Was this video on your phone camera or a just a camera?
Came out awesome!
There is a backstory to the video title. Our middle daughter got a bobcat hand puppet that she named Bipsy. It was one of her favorites. The company that made Bipsy is still in business, with the photo showing the current model of puppet.
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Back in my homeland, where our Wildcats wear blue, there is a minor cottage of taxidermists stuffing bobcats dunking basketballs.
Deadspin | Let Taxidermy Bring Out The Wildcat In You
Deadspin | Let Taxidermy Bring Out The Wildcat In You
deadspin.com
The photos and videos are from a Nikon Coolpix B500. A pretty decent "point and shoot" (no changing lenses) with 40X optical zoom/4.0-160mm, 16 megapixels photo size, 1080 video. Internal microphone and flip up flash. Takes great macro photos if well lit, in darker scenarios (my dental patients in the back of the mouth) the macro suffers compared to older CMOS processors on other Nikon coolpix cameras I have used.
It does have bluetooth connectivity that would simplify posting to HuntTalk, if I ever get around to synching them up (old dog/new tricks comparison)
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OTC permit uploaded to the phone, permethrin sprayed and dried on the mismatched camo, and I was off for the turkey woods with the anniversary crossbow (https://www.hunttalk.com/threads/35-years-ago-today-and-a-surprise.273757/) slung over my shoulder.
I was leery of the weather forecast, as high winds with hail was a decent possibility scattered around south central Kansas this afternoon.
As is my habit, I drove along the south side of the property, down to the next dirt road and drove the 4 square mile loop checking out the neighborhood. Winter wheat was coming along just fine, and in one of those fields I saw my first strutting turkey of the year. This tom’s fan was looking slightly worse for wear. If it was a suit jacket the word rumpled would be appropriate.
As I was getting dressed I once again checked the weather radar as the cloud formations looked like they meant business. The hour by hour for the closest town predicted heavy rain in 90 minutes, something that wasn’t predicted earlier this morning when I checked.
My plan was to wait in ambush within archery range of where I had seen the local flock gathering before flying up to roost this past December. They were using the top of the dam as their takeoff spot, and then flew across the narrow pond to the cottonwoods of the other side. I had killed my last spring bird right here two years ago (I don’t want to talk about my lack of personal turkey success last year!)
I set up my hidey-hole so that I had a clear shot onto the dam runway, expecting a bird to not see me until it was well in range, and I would be well screened to the hayfield by a small cedar bush.
As I was setting up the shooting sticks I heard my first gobble of the afternoon. With nearby storms building size, the wind was shifty and strong. Waiting for a break in the wind, I put the striker to slate for the first time this spring and layed down a very respectable yelp sequence.
Far off I imagined another gobble. Back towards the darkening horizon there was a constant rumble of thunder. And on several occasions I thought that I might also be hearing footsteps in the creek bottom and maybe even drumming.
The gust front hit the little ambush spot, bringing with it a very light rain. Keeping the slate face down so that I could stroke out some sweet amorous noises, I heard a couple more random gobbles far away.
I heard the hen before I saw her. She was coming down the hill and headed right at me. I tried to exactly mimic her calls, and it seemed to work to fire her up. Reaching the edge of the hayfield she started to feed. Staying 15-25 yards away, I watched here through the cedar, and at the same time I was trying to tip my backpack towards me so that I could get fresh batteries for the camera. She hung around for more than ten minutes, and I hoped that this live decoy would pull in a big boy.
She finally drifted out of sight, which had me thinking that it was safe to pull out my stadium seat to get my back some support while sitting on the ground. Evidently she wasn’t fully out of sight as I saw her scooting away out in the hayfield. Eventually she left the field and flew up to roost 90+ minutes before sunset.
As the rain intensity increased, I learned something about my iPhone. Every rain drop was read as a keyboard stroke as I was trying to share with Mrs kansasdad what a fun encounter I had had with the hen.
Checking the radar one last time, I saw the big blob of red intensity storms headed my way, and I decided it was time to leave for sure when the cloud to cloud lightning started becoming cloud to ground strikes.
Thanks Kansas, you gave another amazing outdoor adventure.
I was leery of the weather forecast, as high winds with hail was a decent possibility scattered around south central Kansas this afternoon.
As is my habit, I drove along the south side of the property, down to the next dirt road and drove the 4 square mile loop checking out the neighborhood. Winter wheat was coming along just fine, and in one of those fields I saw my first strutting turkey of the year. This tom’s fan was looking slightly worse for wear. If it was a suit jacket the word rumpled would be appropriate.
As I was getting dressed I once again checked the weather radar as the cloud formations looked like they meant business. The hour by hour for the closest town predicted heavy rain in 90 minutes, something that wasn’t predicted earlier this morning when I checked.
My plan was to wait in ambush within archery range of where I had seen the local flock gathering before flying up to roost this past December. They were using the top of the dam as their takeoff spot, and then flew across the narrow pond to the cottonwoods of the other side. I had killed my last spring bird right here two years ago (I don’t want to talk about my lack of personal turkey success last year!)
I set up my hidey-hole so that I had a clear shot onto the dam runway, expecting a bird to not see me until it was well in range, and I would be well screened to the hayfield by a small cedar bush.
As I was setting up the shooting sticks I heard my first gobble of the afternoon. With nearby storms building size, the wind was shifty and strong. Waiting for a break in the wind, I put the striker to slate for the first time this spring and layed down a very respectable yelp sequence.
Far off I imagined another gobble. Back towards the darkening horizon there was a constant rumble of thunder. And on several occasions I thought that I might also be hearing footsteps in the creek bottom and maybe even drumming.
The gust front hit the little ambush spot, bringing with it a very light rain. Keeping the slate face down so that I could stroke out some sweet amorous noises, I heard a couple more random gobbles far away.
I heard the hen before I saw her. She was coming down the hill and headed right at me. I tried to exactly mimic her calls, and it seemed to work to fire her up. Reaching the edge of the hayfield she started to feed. Staying 15-25 yards away, I watched here through the cedar, and at the same time I was trying to tip my backpack towards me so that I could get fresh batteries for the camera. She hung around for more than ten minutes, and I hoped that this live decoy would pull in a big boy.
She finally drifted out of sight, which had me thinking that it was safe to pull out my stadium seat to get my back some support while sitting on the ground. Evidently she wasn’t fully out of sight as I saw her scooting away out in the hayfield. Eventually she left the field and flew up to roost 90+ minutes before sunset.
As the rain intensity increased, I learned something about my iPhone. Every rain drop was read as a keyboard stroke as I was trying to share with Mrs kansasdad what a fun encounter I had had with the hen.
Checking the radar one last time, I saw the big blob of red intensity storms headed my way, and I decided it was time to leave for sure when the cloud to cloud lightning started becoming cloud to ground strikes.
Thanks Kansas, you gave another amazing outdoor adventure.
