Not dead as you thought?

No good stories but I've had the snot beat out me more than once!! Mark T

Couple years ago while slipping threw the woods I snuck up on a nice tom that was eating blackberry leaves. He had his neck stretched out and into the bush. I raised my semi-auto 20 ga 3" #6 shot and took the twenty yard neck shot threw the bush. He fell over and started flopping around. I thought he was dead. After two or three side to side flops he took off on the wing before I could even raise the gun and was gone. There was a big dead tree top laying there and I couldn't see him to shoot again. I ran over to side of the hill and never saw him. I searched for two hours but never found the bird. You talk about a man being disappointed!

The next year when I shot my tom i put a second one in him while he was flopping around just to make sure he wasn't getting a way! h.h.

The first bird I ever killed. I shot him at about 35 yds and as I ran up to him, he quit flopping and was still. I leaned my gun against a tree a few yds. away and knelt down to admire him. No doubt triumphant that his desperate possum imitation worked, he saw his chance, jumped up, and took off with surprising speed for a dead turkey, while the hapless hunter (me, in case you're not paying attention) fell back-wards, arms protecting my face to ward off what I fully expected to be a spur-flailing dance of revenge on my head. Being of broke leg, and lead-filled noggin, he was having a hard time making headway as he ran crazily in small circles, crashing through brush and bouncing off trees. As I regained my senses and at least some of my dignity, I took off after him, determined that my first turkey wasn't about to make a turkey out of me. Handicapped as he was, I nevertheless soon found he had one distinct advantage in this particular patch of woods he led me through - a height advantage. The lack of it, that is. Every sapling he ran under with maddening ease was not quite short enough for me to clear. You know the kind with long, thin, whip-like branches? Those kind. Ever tried to do the limbo at a full run? Don't work, no way. I took them all full across the face, oblivious to the pain, as I was locked into my full predator, empty belly pursuit mode. He finally, (mercifully is the way it was later described by my hunting buddy who witnessed the whole thing) piled into a particularly thick wad of briars and got tangled up and slowed down enough for me to catch up. I jumped upon him, a full body slam that would have made any WWF contestant proud, ignoring the razor sharp thorns ripping through my camos and into my skin. My buddy (who curiously must have suddenly recalled an extraordinarily funny joke, because he was laughing uncontrollably) strolled up and asked if I needed any help. Being the proud, self sufficient individual I am, I replied "No, I have it under control" Having just slightly more life left in me than the bird had in him, I endeavored to persevere and that turkey finally expired beneath me on that morning. I kill them better than I used to these days, I have to, because I can't run like that anymore.

hey hux, i had a good laugh on that story," its' rough hunting in those hillllllllllls"!!!!!....good luck this season..........TAKE A YOUNGSTER ON YOUR NEXT OUTDOOR EXPERIENCE......turkey scout

Thanks for the great story hux.

This is a wild story
several years ago a bird came in and I took what I thought was a good shot
the bird flew in the air and made a circle right back at me , I pulled up and shot just as it slammed into a tree about 12 inchs in diameter
feathers went everywhere
not sure if it was my shot of the tree that killed the bird lol!

LOL..You caught me! just one of many memorable quotes from a great movie.