Post by Woody Williams on May 7, 2009 11:27:32 GMT -5
What a nasty morning.. Fog, water dripping off the trees… wet up to almost my waist from walking through weeds….but it all came together!
My hunts in Kentucky have been less than great…. in fact pretty miserable. But in turkey hunting, like any other kind of hunting, it can go from terrible to wonderful in a matter of minutes, if not seconds.
Woodmaster had scheduled to go to St. Louis to a Cards ball game with some work buddies so I had it all to myself.
I was set up in his blind on the edge of a field. About daylight a gobbler sounded off directly behind me. I called a few times and he answered. He was gobbling about every 2 or 3 minutes and I would call every 20 minutes and he would answer my call. This went on for 45 minutes or so. It did not sound like he was budging. Probably in a strut zone and just waiting for momma to come to him.
I gave him a good hard cutt, he gobbled hard and I shut up.
For about 15 minutes I heard nothing. I was beginning to believe my cutt didn’t work and I saw him ease out into the field about 100 yards to the left of me. He went into a half strut and then gobbled. I gave him a cluck and that was it. He looked my way and most assuredly seen my decoys, even though the grass is pretty tall. He picked seeds as he slowly headed my way. Since it was nitty gritty time and really wet I left the TenPoint crossbow at home and took the shotgun. ‘Ol Betsy was up and ready. About 50 yards out he looked right at my decoys, went into strut and then right back out again.
It appeared that he might just skirt my decoys (this was not the jake stuffer) and not come all the way in. When he got about 40 yards away I said,” Close enough” and lowered the boom.
18 1/2 pounds, 9 3/4 “ beard and 1 1/8 hooks.
I’m happy..
My hunts in Kentucky have been less than great…. in fact pretty miserable. But in turkey hunting, like any other kind of hunting, it can go from terrible to wonderful in a matter of minutes, if not seconds.
Woodmaster had scheduled to go to St. Louis to a Cards ball game with some work buddies so I had it all to myself.
I was set up in his blind on the edge of a field. About daylight a gobbler sounded off directly behind me. I called a few times and he answered. He was gobbling about every 2 or 3 minutes and I would call every 20 minutes and he would answer my call. This went on for 45 minutes or so. It did not sound like he was budging. Probably in a strut zone and just waiting for momma to come to him.
I gave him a good hard cutt, he gobbled hard and I shut up.
For about 15 minutes I heard nothing. I was beginning to believe my cutt didn’t work and I saw him ease out into the field about 100 yards to the left of me. He went into a half strut and then gobbled. I gave him a cluck and that was it. He looked my way and most assuredly seen my decoys, even though the grass is pretty tall. He picked seeds as he slowly headed my way. Since it was nitty gritty time and really wet I left the TenPoint crossbow at home and took the shotgun. ‘Ol Betsy was up and ready. About 50 yards out he looked right at my decoys, went into strut and then right back out again.
It appeared that he might just skirt my decoys (this was not the jake stuffer) and not come all the way in. When he got about 40 yards away I said,” Close enough” and lowered the boom.
18 1/2 pounds, 9 3/4 “ beard and 1 1/8 hooks.
I’m happy..
