Team 5!!!
#81
hi guys srry havnt check in been busy , opening day was last mon, me and a frend of mine ened going to that farm land he ended up bagging a big gobbler 22 1/2about 10in beared and5/8 long spurs me ended up with nothing , but thats hunting went out this mon same farm had the bird goggling from the roost had my decoys out and waited for the fly down hoping he would fallow 2 hens that came into the field from off the roost but as luck would see a hen was going crazy clucking and he ened up flying to her so needless to say another day with no bird, ended up having those hens come inabout 10ft. from me whch was great to watch,
#82
Today's the CT opener, but I'm here at work, obviously workin hard
Seriously, its been busy here but I just caught a small break. I'm glad the weather is miserable, cuz otherwise I'd be worthless wanting to be in the woods. Tomorrow morning is supposed to be crummy too, and thats good because I've got too much going on at work to get out. Friday is supposed to be nice, and I just put my leave request in. I'm gonna hunt the farm I bagged a nice longbeard at last year, wish me luck.
Seriously, its been busy here but I just caught a small break. I'm glad the weather is miserable, cuz otherwise I'd be worthless wanting to be in the woods. Tomorrow morning is supposed to be crummy too, and thats good because I've got too much going on at work to get out. Friday is supposed to be nice, and I just put my leave request in. I'm gonna hunt the farm I bagged a nice longbeard at last year, wish me luck.
#83
I know that sucks, RI. It's a perfect day for turkey hunting in my neck of the woods - overcast with a couple short spurts of drizzle - about 62 degrees. Now the sun is peeking through. I wish I was holed up in a bush somewhere, or running wild through thehayfields with nowhere to be.Instead, I'm staring at a stack of files two feet deep, and looking out the window like a sad puppy at a pet store. What a perfect day to hunt turkeys here in the Commonwealth.
So, when's the next day you'll be able to make it out?
I know it's sad, but it IS true that when you're stuck working during hunting season, it makes you feel better when the weather outside is frightful. Even more sad that I'd rather be hunting in a torrential downpour thanstuck at work.
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JH - hang in there buddy. You know how it is around here - these guys hunt hard for the first couple days, then they hang up the shotgun for the seasonand find something else to do. It won't be long before you get those birds to yourself.
So, when's the next day you'll be able to make it out?
I know it's sad, but it IS true that when you're stuck working during hunting season, it makes you feel better when the weather outside is frightful. Even more sad that I'd rather be hunting in a torrential downpour thanstuck at work.
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JH - hang in there buddy. You know how it is around here - these guys hunt hard for the first couple days, then they hang up the shotgun for the seasonand find something else to do. It won't be long before you get those birds to yourself.
#84
Hopefully this works , the pics of my first tom ......thanks for the photobucket help quiksilver
JH , my best friends goes to WVU atleast you guys are out ....i have until next wed
JH , my best friends goes to WVU atleast you guys are out ....i have until next wed

#85
ahh oh well heres the link to the pics
http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i166/hockplaya55/?sc=1&multi=8&addtype=local&media=imag e
http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i166/hockplaya55/?sc=1&multi=8&addtype=local&media=imag e
#86
Today's Hunt: This morning before work, I took out an old buddy of mine to a place that I've had really good luck. This guy's only ever gotten one gobbler, and I called that one for him three years ago. Anyway, I knew this place was a chicken coop, so I was optomistic.
In order to get into the fields, you have to walk through the woods and right under some roost trees, so we left the vehicle early (5 a.m.). We had the dekes out by 5:20, and were hunkered up against a big wild cherry tree picking our noses and waiting for daylight. I took a big pee while we waited. The fog was so thick, you'd swear you could cut it with a knife.
By 5:45, there were birds going off everywhere - about a dozen within earshot. We had a major league Tom to our left at about 125 yards, and a gaggle of jakes behind us to the left at maybe 200. I gave some clucks and flew out twicewith my hat at 6 sharp (I had 2 decoys down). The acoustics in that foggy hollow were fantastic.
The gobblers hung around in the tree until 6:15 before pitching down. Things goteerily quiet for the next5 minutes. I just kept quiet, clucking and purring away, when all of a sudden, a hen starts freaking out to our left. BOOM, the bruiser hammers back to her - he's on the ground and was headed our way. Man, what a throaty gobble on that guy...Sheheads out the other way, Tom in tow. I sadly clucked out a few more purrs, almost admitting defeat.
Just then... GOBBLE OBBLE - Double jake gobble -100 yardsout ahead to our left- back in business! They're just jakes, but who cares. My buddy just wants a turkey, and he'll be happier than a pig in mud with a jake. A few minutes later, two black balls appear in the mistyfog, moving from left to right, heading up the hill our way- they still can't see the decoy. A couple purrs and they see the dekes. They've officially committed at this point.
My buddy (who is this really big guy) has one of those big guy voices, and he hasn't turkey hunted all that much... He starts breathing real heavy, and keeps asking me "which one should I shoot?" "Which one's bigger?" "When do I shoot?"
"Shut up." "Shhhhh." "Shoot whatever one you want" I whisper.
The turkeys have now emerged from the fog and are standing at about 40 yards, working their way in - they let out a good gobble together, and I think "Well, one of you two, that's officially your last gobble."
By this point, I've turned a deaf ear to the heavy breathing and the quaking guy sitting next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him start to fidget,the barrel of his gun wobbles about 4 inches to the right, and he lowers his cheek onto the stock for the shot. He shifts from one buttcheek to the other. Click. "Which one do I...." "PUTTTTTT" "PUTTTTTT"
The birds start squirming around, stretching their periscopes.
"You better shoot now, or you're not gonna get to..."
BOOOOM
....and there they were.... gone....
It was a pretty clean miss - 35 yards on the nose.
Man, I'd have given anything to see him get one of those jakes. I always try to tell him that he's a little too loud and moves too much. I guess he'll listen now. What a fun hunt.
In order to get into the fields, you have to walk through the woods and right under some roost trees, so we left the vehicle early (5 a.m.). We had the dekes out by 5:20, and were hunkered up against a big wild cherry tree picking our noses and waiting for daylight. I took a big pee while we waited. The fog was so thick, you'd swear you could cut it with a knife.
By 5:45, there were birds going off everywhere - about a dozen within earshot. We had a major league Tom to our left at about 125 yards, and a gaggle of jakes behind us to the left at maybe 200. I gave some clucks and flew out twicewith my hat at 6 sharp (I had 2 decoys down). The acoustics in that foggy hollow were fantastic.
The gobblers hung around in the tree until 6:15 before pitching down. Things goteerily quiet for the next5 minutes. I just kept quiet, clucking and purring away, when all of a sudden, a hen starts freaking out to our left. BOOM, the bruiser hammers back to her - he's on the ground and was headed our way. Man, what a throaty gobble on that guy...Sheheads out the other way, Tom in tow. I sadly clucked out a few more purrs, almost admitting defeat.
Just then... GOBBLE OBBLE - Double jake gobble -100 yardsout ahead to our left- back in business! They're just jakes, but who cares. My buddy just wants a turkey, and he'll be happier than a pig in mud with a jake. A few minutes later, two black balls appear in the mistyfog, moving from left to right, heading up the hill our way- they still can't see the decoy. A couple purrs and they see the dekes. They've officially committed at this point.
My buddy (who is this really big guy) has one of those big guy voices, and he hasn't turkey hunted all that much... He starts breathing real heavy, and keeps asking me "which one should I shoot?" "Which one's bigger?" "When do I shoot?"
"Shut up." "Shhhhh." "Shoot whatever one you want" I whisper.
The turkeys have now emerged from the fog and are standing at about 40 yards, working their way in - they let out a good gobble together, and I think "Well, one of you two, that's officially your last gobble."
By this point, I've turned a deaf ear to the heavy breathing and the quaking guy sitting next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him start to fidget,the barrel of his gun wobbles about 4 inches to the right, and he lowers his cheek onto the stock for the shot. He shifts from one buttcheek to the other. Click. "Which one do I...." "PUTTTTTT" "PUTTTTTT"
The birds start squirming around, stretching their periscopes.
"You better shoot now, or you're not gonna get to..."
BOOOOM
....and there they were.... gone....
It was a pretty clean miss - 35 yards on the nose.
Man, I'd have given anything to see him get one of those jakes. I always try to tell him that he's a little too loud and moves too much. I guess he'll listen now. What a fun hunt.


