Last Friday morn when I was home for Easter weekend I went turkey hunting with my dad. Well...about 10am he decided to blast a jake that walked up on us. He already killed a gobbler last Monday. I hadn't killed anything, and here dad blasts a turkey out from under me (not the first time that's happened, actually it might be the third time it's happened, he has no shame.) So...I was slightly discouraged. Thanks to my dear loving pop I had yet to shoot a turkey this year.
After heading to church Easter morning I decided to go out and try for turkeys again...since I was home, and had yet to take one this year.
I went out Sunday afternoon near my house and set a few dekes out (jake and hen) and sat up against a tree.
I had no idea where turkeys were at or if I would see them. I just sat there and called every 15 minutes or so. Well...nothing happened all afternoon and around 6:45 I started hearing some gobbles. Well, they came closer and closer til I could see the birds. There was two of them. Both gobbling. About 100 yards away. Well...I was watching one of them look around for the sound of "the hen" and one happened to circle around to my left.
I didn't know this, and as I was calling to the gobbler still in my vision out in front, the gobbler that circled to my left saw movement, decided he didn't like it, and walked away in the other direction after 2 or 3 "putts."
The other gobbler didn't really spook, but just walked away with the other one.
Discouraged...sweaty...mosquito-bitten...and tired...I slowly walked over to where my decoys were positioned about 30 steps away from the tree I was sitting at. I'm right at the decoys when I hear clucking coming from behind me. I squat down...pop off my safety...turn around...and see two jakes walking up on me.
Not a good situation...first off, when they see the decoys...they see me, since I am about a foot away from them.
But...jakes are stupid. They keep walking at me...looking...walking...looking...and end up about 10 feet away from where I was previously sitting.
My mind was ticking..."wait for the gobbler in the morning?" "shoot a jake today?" "a turkey's a turkey's a turkey."
Well...needless to say, he poked his head around a tree...I'd made up my mind, and I smoked him. 3 in #5's right through his head. It was a good jake. 15 pounds, small spurs, a 4 inch beard. He was an early brood last year because half of his fan was gobbler and the other half was jake. His head was blue as can be...like a gobbler's.
Anyways, I was thrilled. Filled a tag. It was also my first successful solo hunt. All the other times I've been with friends. The taste of success.
Here are some pics below, hope you guys enjoyed the story.