first off congrats to everyone who got the opportunity to hunt turkey and to those who were fortunate enough to kill one , hats off to ya!
i havent had much chance to hunt this year so when i got a window to go to kentucky this year i was gone, anyway i missed opening day and arrived two days later after the season had opened, which Darren will tell ya the weather sucked. For the next two days i tried everything that this novice turkey hunter could throw at them with no luck , some half-ass response but they just werent hot! a few other mistakes later things were lookin bleek and knowing i had to leave the farm at 11:00 to make it to the airport , so my plan was to hunt up to 10:00 and call it a trip, 10:05 im leaving my spot and driving away, wifes trying to make me feel better from three days of frustration when i catch , what looked like a turkey cresting a hill as were driving back to the house. eeeeeeeeeeeerk slam on the brakes to confirm sighting yep!!! eeeeeeeeerk peel out the cut them off hauled ass up the road to a cedar thicket that ran the edge of the field the birds were in and they were headed for the far corner knowing where they were going and knowing the area ( the thicket , cause i deer hunt there ) criss crossed with heavily used deer trails i knew i could move quickly and quietly through the thicket, so i ran as fast as i could with a bad back with my wife in the car waiting , i think i even left the truck running, and what never happens to me happened i popped out to the edge to see where the birds were and immediately spotted a jake looking right at me and between me and him was the gobbler rigt on the edge of the field looking away from me at the jake, no hesitation at all i pounded the back of his big white head! at ten yards i walked over grabbed my bird put it in the game pouch part of my vest and headed for the truck looking at my watch it was 10:13 as i got closer to the truck my i could see my wife shakin her head like you lucky bastard! i smiled
said yea i rather be lucky than good any day!
so we hauled butt back to the house i cleaned him up put him in the freezer and left ! then things got really enjoyable when we got to the airport! i forgot that i had left three shells in my vest, cause i was in a hurry ooooooops! anyway im getting paged in the airport etc... and finally go back to security because they wanted to search my stuff, i said o.k. what ya looking for and they said the x-ray picked up loose ammunition, i remembered then about the shells i say there in my vest pocket and proceed to tell this arsehole where they are and they dont like that, they think your hiding something so i let the fugger proceed to pull everything out of my vest, heres the funny part this dork starts pulling out all my calls blah blah blah, my wifes lookin at my like damn do ya got enough calls the best and most rewarding part of the whole deal was when the security guy with his little rubber glove decides to check the game bag protion of my vest and runs his hand all around the inside to make sure i wasnt hiding anything. He pulled his hand out and his hand and shirt sleeve were covered with blood and feathers ( i had killed a turkey that morning ) my wife and i were about to just die laughing, he was a homo anyway but what gratification.
pictures are comming, i just had back surgery and havent had time or been able to get them posted but ill try soon!
i havent had much chance to hunt this year so when i got a window to go to kentucky this year i was gone, anyway i missed opening day and arrived two days later after the season had opened, which Darren will tell ya the weather sucked. For the next two days i tried everything that this novice turkey hunter could throw at them with no luck , some half-ass response but they just werent hot! a few other mistakes later things were lookin bleek and knowing i had to leave the farm at 11:00 to make it to the airport , so my plan was to hunt up to 10:00 and call it a trip, 10:05 im leaving my spot and driving away, wifes trying to make me feel better from three days of frustration when i catch , what looked like a turkey cresting a hill as were driving back to the house. eeeeeeeeeeeerk slam on the brakes to confirm sighting yep!!! eeeeeeeeerk peel out the cut them off hauled ass up the road to a cedar thicket that ran the edge of the field the birds were in and they were headed for the far corner knowing where they were going and knowing the area ( the thicket , cause i deer hunt there ) criss crossed with heavily used deer trails i knew i could move quickly and quietly through the thicket, so i ran as fast as i could with a bad back with my wife in the car waiting , i think i even left the truck running, and what never happens to me happened i popped out to the edge to see where the birds were and immediately spotted a jake looking right at me and between me and him was the gobbler rigt on the edge of the field looking away from me at the jake, no hesitation at all i pounded the back of his big white head! at ten yards i walked over grabbed my bird put it in the game pouch part of my vest and headed for the truck looking at my watch it was 10:13 as i got closer to the truck my i could see my wife shakin her head like you lucky bastard! i smiled
so we hauled butt back to the house i cleaned him up put him in the freezer and left ! then things got really enjoyable when we got to the airport! i forgot that i had left three shells in my vest, cause i was in a hurry ooooooops! anyway im getting paged in the airport etc... and finally go back to security because they wanted to search my stuff, i said o.k. what ya looking for and they said the x-ray picked up loose ammunition, i remembered then about the shells i say there in my vest pocket and proceed to tell this arsehole where they are and they dont like that, they think your hiding something so i let the fugger proceed to pull everything out of my vest, heres the funny part this dork starts pulling out all my calls blah blah blah, my wifes lookin at my like damn do ya got enough calls the best and most rewarding part of the whole deal was when the security guy with his little rubber glove decides to check the game bag protion of my vest and runs his hand all around the inside to make sure i wasnt hiding anything. He pulled his hand out and his hand and shirt sleeve were covered with blood and feathers ( i had killed a turkey that morning ) my wife and i were about to just die laughing, he was a homo anyway but what gratification.
pictures are comming, i just had back surgery and havent had time or been able to get them posted but ill try soon!
