I wanted to maybe continue the good luck and get my nephew a turkey this year . So I had him carrying his grandfathers 12 gauge turkey gun and I his 16 gauge single shot Cooey . During the week we had a few opportunities but just not close enough . Rhonda his mother had the best chance the one morning . She had a gobbler yodel close by and come down on the trail . But just behind some junk on a bend . Supposedly he danced for his girlfriends for about 45 minutes then turned and walked out of Rhonda`s day .
It seemed to rain at least once a day and two of the days were complete washouts . But we did have fun and a few drinks were consumed as well as good meals .
So come the Monday of the second week I was flying solo . My plan was to wait until he gobbled and try to get close quietly before he flew down with his girlfriends . I ended up hustling to within I felt 100 yards and waited . I figured every professional caller had called to this bird before the season .
At about 5:45 a hen flew down past me . So I gave a fly down of my own with a wing . He went silent !!! About 5 minutes later he flew down to about 25-30 yards from me on the trail .
He ended up flipping into the water puddle .
I ended up just sitting there for about an hour admiring the sunrise .
When I got home where the tripod was I took another picture or two . He ended up weighing 20 pounds with 1.0 inch spurs and 9 inch beard .
The next morning decided to go to another bush I had not hunted yet this season .
I got to hear birds gobbling but not where I was .
So the next morning I got up extra early to go past them in the dark . Walking on all those broken twigs is like walking on broken crystal . So my walk had to be slow and quiet . But I did get in without busting anything and was greeted to a chorus when it started to get light .
When I thought it was about right I used the wing again then gave a few soft clucks and purrs . Then went silent on them .
When they did come down it must have worked because they started making their way slowly to me . The one when he hit the ground immediately went into his Black Volkswagon with the doors open impression . When he hit a opening with no others around him I gave a cluck , nothing , he stayed in strut, gave a louder cluck, still nothing , finally a series of loud clucks . All he did was turn giving me a front view of the Volkswagon . So I shot him in strut .
He had good spurs .
Like a couple days before I sat and admired the view .
When I got back to the truck I took a few pictures with the tripod .
As we all know when carrying a bird out they seem to gain about a pound per 100 yards walked . So he seemed heavy by the time I got to the vehicle . When I got home I weighed and videoed so naysayers couldn`t say I was lying . The bird weighed 25 pounds 7 ounces .
On a side note just like another person on here I was wearing my lucky shirt . When I wear it turkeys should just give up .
Downloaded the video to youtube .
https://youtu.be/MeO8vvIjGUk
