Well boys, hate to break this to ya, but turns out your captain is a complete FREAKIN IDIOT!!!!!!!:b ash:
This new spot is really different for me, its all thick swamp, can't beleive it even holds turkeys. Anyway i work my way down the trails all the way to the back of the prop, bumped a couple hens and seen a little sign. At the back is a nice little food plot with a ton of tracks and strut marks. So i get a plan together for a morning hunt and start back out, figure if i get out of there i'll still have time to hit my other spot and see if the birds came back.
I wrap around the trails, get 3/4 of the way back to the truck and 60 yrds ahaed out jumps a bird onto the trail, tom! I dive off to the side and get behind an oak, not sure if he seen me or not i hit the call. After a sec i hear him off in the thick stuff to my left kinda puttin, but a weird sound i dont think i've ever heard one make, but its close and not leavin, so i call again. After a minute or so, i look back up the trail where i first seen him and just off the side next to a little pine i think i see him! He's just standing there lookin my direction. I'm all scrunched up against this tree sitting on my legs, and its startin to really get uncomfortable but i'm locked in a stare down with this thing. After 5 min or so i'm dyin!! It still wont move! I decide since its in range, i'll slowly try to get the gun up, then it will move and i'll be sure that is is infact him at least. I ease the gun up, it don't move, lean my head out, it don't move. You gotta be frickin kiddin me!!! I just spent all this time in a stare down with a stick and a clump of grass! YOU IDIOT!!!
I get back on my feet, can't feel anything from the knees down, stagger like a drunk forward about 10 yards and about 80 yrds up the trail......big tom!!! Oh my god! this is killin me!! Back down i go on the other side of the trail and sit right down on my butt. Yelp on the call, nuthin so i really let him have it and make some god awful noises that a pot call aint even supposed to make and bam! he gobbles! Spins around and he's comin down the trail! Its about this time i realize the gun is on the ground next to me and the only thing other than air between my 225 lb butt and the bird is the Charlie Brown Christmas tree i chose to hide behind. Oh this is not good! He's still quite a ways down the trail so i figure any movin i'm gonna do i better do it now. I ease the gun up to my shoulder, but the way i'm sittin for some reason i can't get my hand all the way out onto the forearm. So right hand is on the trigger and left hand is just up from it on the receiver. 870 12 ga witha 28" barrel, she's a bit end heavey holdin it like this! He's comin down the trail, but coverin about 6 inches a minute. He gets to about 60 yrds and i notice something else along side him as he rounds the corner, its a second tom! 10 yrds behind him. Safety is off, between excitement and pain my whole body is shakin. He's about 10 yrds from where i want him and he stops. Gobbles and is lookin hard for the hen. Doesn't move, i can't stay like this any more! He's not as close as i want him, but i'm sure i can make the shot. I can't take it any more! lean out a bit and touch it off BOOM! He spins around and hauls ass down the trail...... I MISSED!!!!
I've never flat out missed a turkey befor, i still can't beleive it! Paced it off and it was 46 yrds. Too far i know, but i can and have made that shot! He was a good one too, man am i ticked at myself!!!!
Sorry for the long read guys, and for lettin ya down. Plus side is i think there is a bunch of birds there still and made it over to my other spot just befor dark and they were back, roostin where they were on monday. So i'm not givin up, think i've still got a good chance to get it done in the next couple days.