highoctane
Handloader
- Apr 20, 2018
- 252
- 544
"What an awesome morning." My grandson and I got set-up around 6:20 this morning and waited on daylight in hopes of hearing a gobbler. It wasn't long until our anticipation was rewarded with a resounding "good morning world" from a deep throated gobbler. One gobble would have been enough but as soon as he stopped there was a chorus of four more gobblers that were not going to hold their peace.
As we sat there listening to all that hath breath praise the Lord we were hoping they would come our way after fly down but we never imagined what would transpire. About 7:20 I made a few soft yelps. Ten minutes later one thundered to our right, maybe 35 yds. As he stepped into our small wood lot he saw my decoys and he started our way.
He strutted, gobbled and drummed all the way into range. I already had the 870 up, pressed the trigger and sent a load of 3in #5 Longbeards his way. It was all over but the flopping.
As we watched him flop another one gobbled in below us. I made a few more soft yelps and five minutes later he strutted into view. A couple minutes later he strutted into range trying to make love to one of my decoys. My grandson pressed the trigger, and sent a load of those same 3in Longbeards #5's his way. The outcome was predictable, nothing but flopping!
Grandsons bird weighed 19l bs, 10 1/4 beard and 1 in spur. My bird weighed 21 lbs, 10 in beard and 1 in spur
As we sat there, two more gobblers came from our left. Seeing that we could not kill another, one bird per day, we just sat back and observed nature take it's place. These two birds came straight up the hill and "showed out" for the better part of 45 minutes. They strutted and gobbled around those decoys and the other two dead birds.
Just a tremendous morning that my grandson and I were blessed to witness and be a part of. What a memory we will cherish.
As we sat there listening to all that hath breath praise the Lord we were hoping they would come our way after fly down but we never imagined what would transpire. About 7:20 I made a few soft yelps. Ten minutes later one thundered to our right, maybe 35 yds. As he stepped into our small wood lot he saw my decoys and he started our way.
He strutted, gobbled and drummed all the way into range. I already had the 870 up, pressed the trigger and sent a load of 3in #5 Longbeards his way. It was all over but the flopping.
As we watched him flop another one gobbled in below us. I made a few more soft yelps and five minutes later he strutted into view. A couple minutes later he strutted into range trying to make love to one of my decoys. My grandson pressed the trigger, and sent a load of those same 3in Longbeards #5's his way. The outcome was predictable, nothing but flopping!
Grandsons bird weighed 19l bs, 10 1/4 beard and 1 in spur. My bird weighed 21 lbs, 10 in beard and 1 in spur
As we sat there, two more gobblers came from our left. Seeing that we could not kill another, one bird per day, we just sat back and observed nature take it's place. These two birds came straight up the hill and "showed out" for the better part of 45 minutes. They strutted and gobbled around those decoys and the other two dead birds.
Just a tremendous morning that my grandson and I were blessed to witness and be a part of. What a memory we will cherish.
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