Joe Bryan
05-07-2007, 10:52 PM
Well guys and gals it has been one tough year in the turkey woods for me. I have heard a total of 4 birds and only worked 2 all season. This past saturday was a hunt I will never forget.
My father passed away from an aggressive form of cancer on May 5th 2006, well saturday was one year to the date of his death. I had not heard so much as a yelp on our lease farm all season so I decided to hunt the farm my dad and I used to hunt. My son and I had seen a gobbler in the field a week prior so with hopes of some help from above, I set out to hunt.
The morning started with nothing but songbirds, but that would quickly change. I tried a soft tree yelp on a slate with no response, so I picked up my box call and did a cackle. That brought a gobble from around 150 yards out across the field. This started the blood pumping! I then let him gobble on his own a few times and gave him some sweet stuff on a mouth call. He liked this really well! When he pitched down and gobbled all I did was purr and cluck a few times just to let him know I was interested in him. He responded very well to that. The next thing I seen was him at the field edge at around 100 yards staring at my two hen decoys. He slowly worked his way closer, 80, 70, 60, 50, buy now I was settled on him and waiting for a few more steps. at 45 yards I could take no more and sent a load of federal flight control 5's to meet him. He fell like a ton of rocks. He sport two beards, 11" and 6 " weighed in at 22lbs. and had 1 1/8" spurs.
The most special part of the hunt was I set up at the base of the tree where my father had taken his last bird in the 05' season. This was by far the most meaningfull bird I have ever taken! I know where I will be ever May 5th of the turkey season from now on.
Thanks DAD!!!!!!!!:)
My father passed away from an aggressive form of cancer on May 5th 2006, well saturday was one year to the date of his death. I had not heard so much as a yelp on our lease farm all season so I decided to hunt the farm my dad and I used to hunt. My son and I had seen a gobbler in the field a week prior so with hopes of some help from above, I set out to hunt.
The morning started with nothing but songbirds, but that would quickly change. I tried a soft tree yelp on a slate with no response, so I picked up my box call and did a cackle. That brought a gobble from around 150 yards out across the field. This started the blood pumping! I then let him gobble on his own a few times and gave him some sweet stuff on a mouth call. He liked this really well! When he pitched down and gobbled all I did was purr and cluck a few times just to let him know I was interested in him. He responded very well to that. The next thing I seen was him at the field edge at around 100 yards staring at my two hen decoys. He slowly worked his way closer, 80, 70, 60, 50, buy now I was settled on him and waiting for a few more steps. at 45 yards I could take no more and sent a load of federal flight control 5's to meet him. He fell like a ton of rocks. He sport two beards, 11" and 6 " weighed in at 22lbs. and had 1 1/8" spurs.
The most special part of the hunt was I set up at the base of the tree where my father had taken his last bird in the 05' season. This was by far the most meaningfull bird I have ever taken! I know where I will be ever May 5th of the turkey season from now on.
Thanks DAD!!!!!!!!:)