| blackheel |
04-13-2014 02:53 PM |
Sorry - Got home at midnight from our hunt then left the house at 7 this am to take 5 boys to a 3D archery shoot (2 plus hr ride one way).
Anyhow, this story is titled "Hate it When a Plan Doesn't Come Together"
My 12 year old nephew and I were drawn for a public land hunt. He's been hunting with me now for at least 4 springs and has killed 2 fine gobblers. We had this same tract last weekend for the youth day and never were in the game but it gave us some direction for this weekend. We got up to the area on Friday, scouted a bit but didn't see much so we planned to go off info from last week's hunt. We had seen 2 strutters in a wheat field at 10:30 am and we were going to hunt there. It was a beautiful night to camp and we got to our spot early yesterday morning. It was almost silent. We only heard a total of 4 gobbles from 2 distant birds. We held tight and about 8 am started seeing some hens work around the field near us. Then around 9 a male turkey (could never see a beard in the wheat) skirted us never getting closer than 85 yards. My gut says it was a jake. There were still hens milling about dusting and feeding. About 10:20 my nephew spots 2 toms come into the field about 300 yards to our say 10 o'clock. They meander across the field and get maybe within 150 yds. A give a little light calling but since all the hens in the field are silent and these toms are too, I play it coy. They turn and work away from us, with one tom strutting ever so often. They work all the way across the field and are now to our 1 o'clock and over 300 yard. Then they turn to the left and get directly to our noon position, turn and begin to slowly work directly to us. It didn't help that my soft calling had brought a hen into our spread. They'd take a few steps, feed and the one would strut. The sun was directly behind us and these birds were just gorgeous in the sunlight, glistening feathers against their red necks and white heads. This went on until they got to 65 yards and hung up for 10 minutes with their heads craned into the air. We quietly discussed what to do and my nephew was cool with trying the 1,2,3 BOOM method. After the eternity at 65 yards, they slowly moved into range and when they got to 28 yards I asked him if he had a shot. He confirmed. I asked if he was ready. He quietly said yes. I said ok, 1,2,3 and I hesitated for him to get first crack and I fired. My bird drops and I see his standing there confused. HIS GUN MISFIRED! He ejected but was flustered and needless to say there is only one bird that came home. It was a tough time. I would have traded anything for it to have been my gun. We had some time together and then went out to the bird. We said a prayer over him and picked up. The short of the rest of the story is we hunted the rest of the day and never got on a bird despite going to a honey hole on that property. We did have fun and I WILL get my nephew a bird this spring!
11:25 am
Public Land in NC
28 yds
12 gauge Encore Turkey Gun
#8 TSS
24 lbs 10 oz
11" beard
1 3/16" L & R spurs
The only pic I don't have is the scale. We weighed it at a tackle shop near the hunt unit and did not get a pic.
Right spur (5 year old photographer) - I promise it goes to the 3rd mark!
Left spur (5 year old photographer)
Beard shot

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