Kept hearing twigs get snagged, and things hitting the ground like acorns. Thought," Hell dad, you're right on top of me, what was the point of splitting up?" Had 45 minutes till gobble light..... and I fell asleep at the tree. [emoji2356]
Woke up to an owl hooting in the distance and I was staring right at a hen! Not 25 yards from the base of the roost tree. That wasn't dad, it was turkey droppings falling![emoji23]
Had 6 hens and 2 gobblers within 40 yards. Hens pitched almost to the base of the tree and a bit aways from me. Gobblers soon followed and I slowly raised thegun to my shoulder. Then waited for the boss tom to clear into the shooting lane. He cleared, I clucked to raise his head, and the gun went boom. Toasted him! Twas a poke for the 20. Around 47 yards.
The birds weren't terribly spooked, the other gobbler continued to gobble and try to get back with his hens. Dad was about 100 yards away trying to hustle and set up in a clearing he's seen birds come together in before. Dad called at him, subordinate tom gobbled, and sprinted to him. Dad got busted and couldn't get a shot on him. Would have been our first double in 10 years.
10" beard, 1 1/4" spurs. 3 yo or 2 yo? I'm thinking 2 yo bird.
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