Some days were just meant to be
good!
One of our '97 turkey season
experiences was extraordinary. My Dad and I were on our way to one of our spots
where turkeys had been roosting when the gobblers started gobblin'. But they
weren't in the spot where they were supposed to be. We had to alter our well
thought out game plan and just improvise. The birds started to fly down and land
in a nearby field and it seemed that all we were going to be able to do was
watch. Birds were in all directions when a longbeard and a jake started to
fight. I was starting to call a bit and apparently hit a combination that seemed
to work. Birds started coming from across the field at a run, and I could see
that Dad's gun was ready, I could see him and all the birds without moving. I
just kept calling.I was so supprised at their response I was afraid to stop.
When the birds got to 40 yards, Dad fired and within a few minutes we were on
our way back to the truck with 3 gobblers!
When we got back to camp we were
trying to see how we were going to photograph the birds and had put them on the
porch at the cabin. Dad's companion, Cimme, had to poke around thinking that we
had brought him the birds. I was framing the picture of him rooting at the bird,
when Dad whistled at him and said, "Stop messin' with that turkey!" He
quickly raised his head with that, "Who? Me? I'm not messin' with no
turkey."look on his face. But little did he know that we had all the
evidence that we needed to prove his expression wrong. The feather stuck to his
nose!
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