WildWill
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Got a new choke tube for the 410 a Jebs XXFULL. So me and the boys decided to do a little testing. We were using browning #9 TSS.
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Matthew57
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Cool, that’s still tight there at 20
…..and on the right day ambulance sirens, trains, donkeys, peacocks, car door slamming, car honks, gravel crunching, and finally my 10 year old daughter and her friend in the backseat of the Highlander calling out “hi turkeys!.
We have a band of hooligan turkeys roaming the streets and attacking people in our little town. My wife won't walk down the street without carrying a big stick and yesterday a woman got spurred and posted a picture of her bleeding hand on Facebook. Even dogs and cats aren't safe in their own yards. A lot of people are concerned, and the main worry is that sooner or later a small child is going to get seriously hurt. Although I did see one redheaded six-year-old girl chasing them down the street with a broom stick the other day.
We are told we can't kill them because they are a protected game bird. The city says they can't do anything because it is the responsibility of ODFW and ODFW seems to have better things to worry about. I think it's going to come to a head soon though, and some turkey birds are gunna die. And hopefully we will find out who's feeding them and chase them down the street with a broom stick.
We are told we can't kill them because they are a protected game bird. The city says they can't do anything because it is the responsibility of ODFW and ODFW seems to have better things to worry about. I think it's going to come to a head soon though, and some turkey birds are gunna die. And hopefully we will find out who's feeding them and chase them down the street with a broom stick.
Sheltowee
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The sirens definitely will.
Gellar
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I hunt near train tracks and they go nuts for train horns.
I step outside my door and loudly say GOBBLE and they answer.
CowboyLeroy
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Sheltowee
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Getting excited here in KY. Youth is next weekend!! Got the .410 mossberg dusted off and the kid is ready to put the whammy on a big gobbler. Thankfully seeing a lot on the farm this year. Trapping those nest raiders paying dividends.
Pucky Freak
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With any luck I hope to be out in about a week and a half to scout a new spot. Archery, sliver of public between a large park and some residential properties.
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Permethrin day this AM…
CowboyLeroy
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Opening day here. For the last five-ish years I've made a pet project of managing a small property for wildlife, but specifically turkeys. I enjoy all of our animals, but turkeys are just special for some reason. Ten years ago we had a booming turkey flock but within one year it was almost like you pulled a plug and they all just swirled down into a giant hole. A fitting comparison because the longstanding name of this property is "the devil's hopper" theres a MASSIVE limestone sinkhole on the back side of the place that is over 100 feet deep to the bottom of the bowl, with another 150+ feet of caverns that university geologists mapped years ago. The general danger of logging around something like that leaves this being one of the only healthy stands of white oaks for miles.
Last year was the first year since the disappearance that I felt like we had an actual recognizable breeding population using the property. I worried my self to death 'playing defense' by sacrificing the legality of my hunting rights by Corning the property, to as far as calling birds up to my neighbors line and jumping out of the bushes and screaming at them. Thanks to bothe willing, and forced cooperation by my neighbors all of the breeding age birds made it through unscathed. This year my personal ban was lifted. Hunting a population that you've invested time, money, blood, sweat, and possibly a tear or two is special but this year I decided to take my daughter with me for the first time.
The story of the hunt itself is short, mostly because it was a total of 47 minutes from the time we pulled out of the driveway until we shot the bird. Shes been possibly the only person as excited about turkey season this year as I am. All I had to do this morning was lean down and whisper "its turkey season" and she was out of bed, into her camo, and working on that cinnamon roll. The hunt talk was textbook,
stand on the edge of the field
Hear gobble
Close distance
Yelp
Get a little closer
Set up
Gobbler goes the other way
Damn.
There was a hen behind us in the pines somewhat mindlessly clicking and purring, so I picked a fight with her using the mouth call before immediately following the gobbler. As we stepped out of the old overgrown clear-cut and into the big hardwoods I gave a quick short cut and INSTANTLY got a reply
Thats when I peed a little bit
Hurryupsithereputyourmaskonputyourhoodupdoyouseehimwhereisheohlordhelpmebestillstopmovingohmygoodness
Naturally the whole time im excreting panic like the proverbial "long tailed cat in the room full of rocking chairs" my precious little four years old daughter is just as cool as a cucumber. We'd been still for about fifteen seconds so I gave some soft helps for a confidence booster
For me, not him
Immediate gobble
There he is. A hundred is yards away looking like a cross between jurassic Park and the African savanna.
As he closed the distance over the course of what felt like seven hours I whispered that when he went behind the next tree I was going to get my gun up, she nodded ever so slightly, like an absolute veteran might I ad. Sure enough, the Gobbler steps behind a tree.
Shotgun to shoulder
Tiny fingers in ears
Where is he?
As they often do, this turkey used the last moments of his life to throw me a curveball. While he was obscured by a roughly two foot diameter magnolia tree, he continued to close the distance. Rapidly.
He stepped out from behind the tree, circling clockwise, at roughly thirty-five feet.
Oh Jesus.
I forgot the bayonet.
This particular shotgun is set up for field birds and at that distance has a pattern roughly the size of a blue ribbon tangerine.
Two deep breaths, down the bead,
BOOM
SHIT
I MISSED
PEED AGAIN
The second miss of my turkey hunting career and my daughter was there to see it. The shame. I did, however connect on the second shot and nearly collapsed from the adrenaline hangover.
Minus the one misfortune, the hunt couldn't have been more perfect. The birds I've put so much into, my grandpa's gun, my daughter, and a beautiful setting.
I hope you like the story, and I hope you got a little laugh out of it.
Good luck out there.
Last year was the first year since the disappearance that I felt like we had an actual recognizable breeding population using the property. I worried my self to death 'playing defense' by sacrificing the legality of my hunting rights by Corning the property, to as far as calling birds up to my neighbors line and jumping out of the bushes and screaming at them. Thanks to bothe willing, and forced cooperation by my neighbors all of the breeding age birds made it through unscathed. This year my personal ban was lifted. Hunting a population that you've invested time, money, blood, sweat, and possibly a tear or two is special but this year I decided to take my daughter with me for the first time.
The story of the hunt itself is short, mostly because it was a total of 47 minutes from the time we pulled out of the driveway until we shot the bird. Shes been possibly the only person as excited about turkey season this year as I am. All I had to do this morning was lean down and whisper "its turkey season" and she was out of bed, into her camo, and working on that cinnamon roll. The hunt talk was textbook,
stand on the edge of the field
Hear gobble
Close distance
Yelp
Get a little closer
Set up
Gobbler goes the other way
Damn.
There was a hen behind us in the pines somewhat mindlessly clicking and purring, so I picked a fight with her using the mouth call before immediately following the gobbler. As we stepped out of the old overgrown clear-cut and into the big hardwoods I gave a quick short cut and INSTANTLY got a reply
Thats when I peed a little bit
Hurryupsithereputyourmaskonputyourhoodupdoyouseehimwhereisheohlordhelpmebestillstopmovingohmygoodness
Naturally the whole time im excreting panic like the proverbial "long tailed cat in the room full of rocking chairs" my precious little four years old daughter is just as cool as a cucumber. We'd been still for about fifteen seconds so I gave some soft helps for a confidence booster
For me, not him
Immediate gobble
There he is. A hundred is yards away looking like a cross between jurassic Park and the African savanna.
As he closed the distance over the course of what felt like seven hours I whispered that when he went behind the next tree I was going to get my gun up, she nodded ever so slightly, like an absolute veteran might I ad. Sure enough, the Gobbler steps behind a tree.
Shotgun to shoulder
Tiny fingers in ears
Where is he?
As they often do, this turkey used the last moments of his life to throw me a curveball. While he was obscured by a roughly two foot diameter magnolia tree, he continued to close the distance. Rapidly.
He stepped out from behind the tree, circling clockwise, at roughly thirty-five feet.
Oh Jesus.
I forgot the bayonet.
This particular shotgun is set up for field birds and at that distance has a pattern roughly the size of a blue ribbon tangerine.
Two deep breaths, down the bead,
BOOM
SHIT
I MISSED
PEED AGAIN
The second miss of my turkey hunting career and my daughter was there to see it. The shame. I did, however connect on the second shot and nearly collapsed from the adrenaline hangover.
Minus the one misfortune, the hunt couldn't have been more perfect. The birds I've put so much into, my grandpa's gun, my daughter, and a beautiful setting.
I hope you like the story, and I hope you got a little laugh out of it.
Good luck out there.
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Sheltowee
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Buddy, it’s easy to miss when they get close enough for hand to hand combat. I once whiffed on an Alabama tom so close that I’m pretty sure I powder burned him.
Great story and great bird, made all that much greater by having your little pard next to you.
Great story and great bird, made all that much greater by having your little pard next to you.
Rack Daniels
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The run-on sentence made me chuckle but the tangerine “I MISSED” bit made me LOL!
Congrats!!!
Congrats!!!
Rack Daniels
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@Sheltowee i had an old timer watch me shoot at a Jake point blank on his front lawn and whiff like that and he asked what the hell I was shooting!? He said I’ve got to be the worst shot!!? 
I felt as worthless as tits on a boar hog and he hands me some 9 pellet 00 buckshot and says “HERE, TRY THIS”
I’ve missed just as many toms with a shotgun as I have a bow!
I felt as worthless as tits on a boar hog and he hands me some 9 pellet 00 buckshot and says “HERE, TRY THIS”
I’ve missed just as many toms with a shotgun as I have a bow!
