Duck-Hunt  wrote:    Turkey Number one was a special one...


Saturday morning started like many other opening days have in the past with Pops, little Bro, and myself setting out in the turkey woods. Today was a little diff though. Everything was a lot more laid back and not a mad dash to get to the "spot". We awoke too late as usual with dad griping about not getting his coffee. We walked to the listening spot from which we heard a bird gobble 2 weekends ago hoping he would be in the same area again. Not too much longer after daybreak, we hear someone else coming in from the south hooting, and yelping on a box call.... not long after we hear them, we hear the turkey sound off... It's weird but we do it everytime we hear one... high fives all the way around, seems like we have already won so to speak getting to hear such a magnificent creature shake the woods. We hustle to a likely spot to work the bird but dont hear another peep. The old "thanks for coming out" courtesy gobble. So we go to walking, and walking.... making the loop all the way back round..... NOTHING!!!! We head back to the camp and cook a little breakfast up and naps are wanted to be had... Little brother is already passed out on the porch




Me and pops are discussing riding to another spot and just go look around.. Well little bro decides he is going too. We pull up to the gate and it is an unbelieveable number of turkey tracks... we make the decision to hunt our way in instead just the normal scouting stroll... Gobbler tracks everywhere. We are pumped for tomorrow!! It is now about 10:00. We make it to the end of the rd which has a pretty decent sized food plot at the end on top of this big hill. I swing around the edge to get a look at the whole plot and BAM there he is with what I thought at the time was 2 hens. I could have snuck to the edge and ended his day right there but puled back and got with dad. Little bro is at the bottome of the hill stripping off all his clother cause he is now hot from carrying the camera and all the gear.. We devise a plan to circle around the far end of the plot. There is an old logging rd that leaves the back of the plot and another ridge just to the east of the rd that heads up to some hardwoods.... I pick the ridge and dad picks the rd... We get setup, I turn around and get the thumbs up from little bro behind the camera. I let out a barely audible series of yelps and the hen in the field yelps back so I get a little louder and she answers. Next thing I know I look up and she is RUNNING WFO down the side of the field.... moment of truth is she gonna come up the ridge or rd..... coming up the ridge and the longbeard is in tow trying his best to run and strut at the same time.... At this point in time I am looking for an opening and my heart is about to come out of my chest cause they are coming and coming FAST.... they go down in a little bottom out of site for a split second and when they pop up the hen is going past me on the left and the jake has passed the longbeard about to pass me.... I am about to have a nervous breakdown... He pops up at about 30 steps full strut running.... (I didnt thnk it was possible).... he is about to get passed me and I have yet to get the go ahead from the cameraman.... SOOOOOO I make the executive decision and let the Super Black eat... had to body shoot him he had gotten too close and I was too shook to try to knock his head off.... 9 3/4" Beard 3/4 and 7/8" spurs

Pretty special hunt since it had been a long time since we where all together when it turned out to a successful one...





And the MONEY SHOT!!