44hunter45
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I hunted my 40 acres this morning. We have had them gobbling for a while. I got out 30 before legal light and headed to where they have been roosting. When I got close, I blew on my owl hoot cal and got a shock gobble. I stopped shot to get my face mask and gloves on before getting to my set up. I blew the hooter once more and he thundered off from his roost tree. That's when it all went sideways. My infamous neighbor kid started yelping from his set up just on the other side of my fence. RIGHT against my fence. This is the same neighbor kid eho never says thank you for all the 1 1/2 year old bucks I seem to be raising for him ambush on his side of the fence.
They rent. I met them when they were on my property two years ago tracking a 140 class buck they had wounded. I gave up my plans and tracked with them all morning. We never found him, despite them saying often he was, "hit hard". They are not the poster children for the modern ethical sportsman.
I digress. Back to this morning. I decided that I did not want to get blasted by the neighbor kid shooting over the fence. I had heard another gobbler northwest of there, hopefully still on my place. Away from the fence. As I was closing in to get set up, I heard a boom. I came over the rise to find another of my neighbors chasing a flopping bird on his side of the fence.
I gave up in disgust and headed back toward the house to get a coffee and regroup. As I was jumping the spring swollen creek on the way back to the house, my BPS slipped off my shoulder and went in. I was in the creek up to the shrivel point feeling around for my BPS until I found it. I spent the rest of the morning doing a gunsmith level disassembly and clean.
Everyone knows owning your own private hunting ground is the bomb, right? The truth is you end up like a dog with two bones. You spend far too much time QDMAing bucks for the neighbors kid to shoot and avoiding getting shot yourself.
Maybe tomorrow.
They rent. I met them when they were on my property two years ago tracking a 140 class buck they had wounded. I gave up my plans and tracked with them all morning. We never found him, despite them saying often he was, "hit hard". They are not the poster children for the modern ethical sportsman.
I digress. Back to this morning. I decided that I did not want to get blasted by the neighbor kid shooting over the fence. I had heard another gobbler northwest of there, hopefully still on my place. Away from the fence. As I was closing in to get set up, I heard a boom. I came over the rise to find another of my neighbors chasing a flopping bird on his side of the fence.
I gave up in disgust and headed back toward the house to get a coffee and regroup. As I was jumping the spring swollen creek on the way back to the house, my BPS slipped off my shoulder and went in. I was in the creek up to the shrivel point feeling around for my BPS until I found it. I spent the rest of the morning doing a gunsmith level disassembly and clean.
Everyone knows owning your own private hunting ground is the bomb, right? The truth is you end up like a dog with two bones. You spend far too much time QDMAing bucks for the neighbors kid to shoot and avoiding getting shot yourself.
Maybe tomorrow.
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. I feel like the more I say stuff like that, the more I am prone to remember it and know when I am beginning to behave that way. FWIW I had to fish out a rifle from the bottom of a bog in Nunavik on a Caribou hunt that at one point I was sure was gone forever...I blamed the rifle and sling - clearly all my fault. Good on ya that you dont dislike em even though they don't share your neighborly instincts. The older i get the more i realize (baby steps) that tolerance can far outweigh many others virtues. Good luck on getting a Tom!
