RE: everyone post their hunting stories here
i think my favorite story ( also kinda embarassing) was last yrs jr. turkey hunt here in PA. i woke up at about 3:45. i had a cup of coffee, cuz thats all my nerves would allow me to. i got dressed, then me, my buddy & his brother headed to the woods. on the way, it kinda started to drizzle. we sat down, and within 5 minutes it started to POUR. it was really coming down. the bad part was that i had forgot my raincoat at home, so i got soked to the bone. i was so wet, that i could barely breathe through my face mask. at first light, my friend started to call. after 15 or 20 minutes, in the distance, about 80yds away, we saw one fly down. that when they really hit it. nothing worked. after sitting there for another 45 min or so, we got up to check some hemlocks. nothing. so, we headed back to the house to head into town to get breakfast & gas. we were on the main road, and my friend looked out into a pasture as we were going by and in it was a HUGE flock of turkeys. we slammed on the brakes and turned around. we stopped at every house to see if the person owned it. finally we found the guy. he told us to go ahead and hunt it whenever we wanted to. so we got on all our wet gear, and ran into the woods. we set up, and my friend hit his crow call. FIVE gobblers from the field started gobbling like crazy. one was even starting to come in, but he was still 100 yds away, on the other side of brush, so me and my friend moved up, and left the calling to his brother. we got all set up & ready, we signaled for him to call. he was using his mouth call, and as luck would have it, he was so shook up from the gobbling that all that came out was a squeak. needless to say those turkeys turned tail & took off. so, that ended that spot. we piled back into his car ( a little mitubishi eclipse with 3 people doesnt work very well). we got breakfast and headed back home. my friends bro decided that he was done for the day so the two of us headed back out. we were standing on the porch, and my friend hit his box call. around us, i heard 4 different gobblers. one was only about 400 yds away across the road. we ran over and got set up. he called, and the two gobblers hammered. another set of quiet calls was all it took. within 10 min they were right in front of us, about 20yds away. my friend called again, just so i could feel the rumble. as they gobbled, their heads lined up perfectly, but unfortunately we aren't alloweed taking 2 gobblers. so, i waited. and waited , and waited ( i was kinda in gobbler shock). i waited until they started to shock gobble, by then my friend was getting ready to shoot. he was wispering "shoot, shoot, they're gonna run" so, i pulled up and shot at the jake. ( by this point they were about 10min. using a 20ga, with x-full choke, it was either a make or break shot) i missed cleanly. at that range, it was like shooting a rifle with a bead sght. they started to run, and i kept shooting till they were no longer in site. the one bird was an old tom with a 12 in beard and probably about 1 1/2 spurs. what i said after this, i cant really repeat on this site without getting banned for a long, long time. well, i kept spouting for the next 1/2 hour, before i cooled down. that was the end of that day, since we are only allowed hunting till noon here. boy was i pi**ed after that. i dont think i can ever live that down.
but, i kinda made up for it the next time i went out. i killed a jake with a 4 1/2 in beard, and 1/4 in. spurs. i got it at about 7:30.