TripleGee
10-13-2007, 11:26 AM
I don't see what all the fuss is about killing a turkey with a bow. It seemed pretty easy to me. First time* I tried it and I got one, no problem. Sounds kind of arrogant don't it? Welllll, there's a story behind it, wanna hear it, here it goes.
So our group got drawn for Green River and me and BigBubbaT went out and bow hunted yesterday over there. So I setup in a tree overlooking a corner of a field and some oaks dropping a few acorns just back in the woods. After settling in and getting cozy listening to the breeze in the trees, the crows and bluejays, and the most dominant sound of all the traffic on the highway, I promptly fell asleep. After about 40 minutes, I can accurately tell how long I've been asleep by the amount of pain my neck is in upon awakening, I felt the urge to purge and climbed down out of my stand and took a healthy or unhealthy "dump".(I didn't want to, I sorta' HAD to, if you've been there) So, after the paperwork, I climb back in my stand and get on with the hunting. After about 20 more minutes, here they come a running through the woods. I knew the trails they used into the field and had a shot at the old road running right by the oaks behind me. Being the superior hunter that I am, ahem, I was ready and waiting in perfect position just waiting to draw. They were not slowing down and were heading for the entrance about twelve yards away. Still couldn't see them as I was well concealed by brush on that side and so were they. So I thought, "if you want to die that bad just come on baby!". When they were within about five yards of the field I came to full draw and said confidently to myself, "first deer through (legal) is a dead piece of meat!" As the first one popped through, I noticed it was substantially smaller than a deer and in fact looked like a nice sized hen. I thought, "those deer are so scared of my hunting prowess that they try to disguise themselves as turkeys." Too bad. Once again, being the superior hunter that I am, ahem, I quickly adjusted to the situation and unflinchingly steadied my aim and thwack! One dead turkey. What had originally been a group of four hens was now three and the others scattered a little and began cussing me for all they were worth. They actually came back and were kee-keeing to their now deceased older sister. I thought, hmmm maybe another one will get it, but a thought crept into my head about some obscure regulation that I'd read a long long time ago about a daily limit of one. I could see them now and started answering them with my own kaw kaw. I know it's not kee-kee but that's how it came out. They kept on cussing me as they went on around the hill to find a roost. BigBubbaT would later translate their yelps and kee-kees as the hens berating me for actually using my bow. You see, I am notorious for going hunting, seeing deer and turkey, and NOT shooting. That's the reason for the * by the first time statement. So these hens figured out I was watching this particular field and knew, just knew, that all was safe and the all clear was given. That's why they didn't approach the situation warily, I was there hunting and they knew I wouldn't shoot. They must have been filled with joy when they found out I was in the woods. No wonder they were so mad. So I again felt the urge and got down out of my stand and took care of business, again, as I sort of have some plumbing problems at the moment. Found my hen and climbed back into my stand and thanked GOD for the entire experience and all the blessings he has given me that I know of and the ones I take for granted.
So that's the story of how I took my first turkey and it came with a bow. Pretty cool, easy too! Just kidding, I know I was pretty lucky!
So our group got drawn for Green River and me and BigBubbaT went out and bow hunted yesterday over there. So I setup in a tree overlooking a corner of a field and some oaks dropping a few acorns just back in the woods. After settling in and getting cozy listening to the breeze in the trees, the crows and bluejays, and the most dominant sound of all the traffic on the highway, I promptly fell asleep. After about 40 minutes, I can accurately tell how long I've been asleep by the amount of pain my neck is in upon awakening, I felt the urge to purge and climbed down out of my stand and took a healthy or unhealthy "dump".(I didn't want to, I sorta' HAD to, if you've been there) So, after the paperwork, I climb back in my stand and get on with the hunting. After about 20 more minutes, here they come a running through the woods. I knew the trails they used into the field and had a shot at the old road running right by the oaks behind me. Being the superior hunter that I am, ahem, I was ready and waiting in perfect position just waiting to draw. They were not slowing down and were heading for the entrance about twelve yards away. Still couldn't see them as I was well concealed by brush on that side and so were they. So I thought, "if you want to die that bad just come on baby!". When they were within about five yards of the field I came to full draw and said confidently to myself, "first deer through (legal) is a dead piece of meat!" As the first one popped through, I noticed it was substantially smaller than a deer and in fact looked like a nice sized hen. I thought, "those deer are so scared of my hunting prowess that they try to disguise themselves as turkeys." Too bad. Once again, being the superior hunter that I am, ahem, I quickly adjusted to the situation and unflinchingly steadied my aim and thwack! One dead turkey. What had originally been a group of four hens was now three and the others scattered a little and began cussing me for all they were worth. They actually came back and were kee-keeing to their now deceased older sister. I thought, hmmm maybe another one will get it, but a thought crept into my head about some obscure regulation that I'd read a long long time ago about a daily limit of one. I could see them now and started answering them with my own kaw kaw. I know it's not kee-kee but that's how it came out. They kept on cussing me as they went on around the hill to find a roost. BigBubbaT would later translate their yelps and kee-kees as the hens berating me for actually using my bow. You see, I am notorious for going hunting, seeing deer and turkey, and NOT shooting. That's the reason for the * by the first time statement. So these hens figured out I was watching this particular field and knew, just knew, that all was safe and the all clear was given. That's why they didn't approach the situation warily, I was there hunting and they knew I wouldn't shoot. They must have been filled with joy when they found out I was in the woods. No wonder they were so mad. So I again felt the urge and got down out of my stand and took care of business, again, as I sort of have some plumbing problems at the moment. Found my hen and climbed back into my stand and thanked GOD for the entire experience and all the blessings he has given me that I know of and the ones I take for granted.
So that's the story of how I took my first turkey and it came with a bow. Pretty cool, easy too! Just kidding, I know I was pretty lucky!