Handgunner
Senior Member
Other days it ain't....
I was putting my decoy's out this morning at 6:15 when one hammered from the oak ridge to my left, across the field, about 200 yards out...
Here's how it went down.
I hear him gobbling his fool head off starting at 6:15.. I get set up, and he's still gobbling at good daylight. He hits the ground, still gobbling. He works his way up towards around 10 o'clock to my position. Straight ahead being 12 o'clock.
Around 8 am I hear someone across the property line yelping and cutting... He gobbles... and gobbles and gobbles...
Ok, somebody heard him gobbling like crazy and they've moved in on him and me...
Exactly.
To my right, in the firebreak, I see a man easing along.
He walks to within 60 yards of my set up, sees my decoy's in the field and continues on.. putting himself in between the gobblin' fool and my decoy's. He sits down on the property line, with his back facing me...
Look close, his butt is on the property line...
I decide right then to shut up. No need in drawing the gobbler across the guy while trying to get him for myself. The guy had a partner, off to our right, who about every 2 minutes would hit a crow call.... gobble gobble gobble.... He managed to call in a nice flock of crows, who in turn would cawww.. making the tom gobble even more...
Long story short, the gobbler continued to gobble his head off... as I sat quietly watching this man cut me off... at 8:40 I see the white head on a mound of black, making his way to my field... slowly.. still on the other property.... I'm not sure if the other guy can see him yet or not..... This puts the gobbler about 100 yards from me, 60 yards from the man... the gobbler starts easing across the firebreak, 12 feet from the property line, heading toward "my field" and BOOOM!
Flop flop flop... BOOOM!!... flop flop flop....
Winged and mortally wounded... he flops over on into my field.. and dies... The man stands up, takes a few steps into the field and claims his prize..
3 year old, 1.25" spurs, 11" beard... about 22lbs.
Momma said some days it'll just be that way.
I got out of my blind, walked up and congratulated the man on his bird...
"Man, I didn't mean to cut ya off like that but sometimes you just gotta shoot'em when you can"...
I said "Well, he was on your property when you shot him... Nice bird"
Total, this bird probably gobbled 200 times or more...
I didn't take any pictures of him for 2 reasons.
1. I felt sick to my stomach. Had I leaned over to get the camera I would have surely puked...
2. I didn't know how a stranger would feel posing for a "hero shot" for another complete stranger.
Tomorrow is another day... and I do thank God for just having heard him gobble all morning like he did.
I was putting my decoy's out this morning at 6:15 when one hammered from the oak ridge to my left, across the field, about 200 yards out...
Here's how it went down.
I hear him gobbling his fool head off starting at 6:15.. I get set up, and he's still gobbling at good daylight. He hits the ground, still gobbling. He works his way up towards around 10 o'clock to my position. Straight ahead being 12 o'clock.
Around 8 am I hear someone across the property line yelping and cutting... He gobbles... and gobbles and gobbles...
Ok, somebody heard him gobbling like crazy and they've moved in on him and me...
Exactly.
To my right, in the firebreak, I see a man easing along.
He walks to within 60 yards of my set up, sees my decoy's in the field and continues on.. putting himself in between the gobblin' fool and my decoy's. He sits down on the property line, with his back facing me...
Look close, his butt is on the property line...
I decide right then to shut up. No need in drawing the gobbler across the guy while trying to get him for myself. The guy had a partner, off to our right, who about every 2 minutes would hit a crow call.... gobble gobble gobble.... He managed to call in a nice flock of crows, who in turn would cawww.. making the tom gobble even more...
Long story short, the gobbler continued to gobble his head off... as I sat quietly watching this man cut me off... at 8:40 I see the white head on a mound of black, making his way to my field... slowly.. still on the other property.... I'm not sure if the other guy can see him yet or not..... This puts the gobbler about 100 yards from me, 60 yards from the man... the gobbler starts easing across the firebreak, 12 feet from the property line, heading toward "my field" and BOOOM!
Flop flop flop... BOOOM!!... flop flop flop....
Winged and mortally wounded... he flops over on into my field.. and dies... The man stands up, takes a few steps into the field and claims his prize..
3 year old, 1.25" spurs, 11" beard... about 22lbs.
Momma said some days it'll just be that way.
I got out of my blind, walked up and congratulated the man on his bird...
"Man, I didn't mean to cut ya off like that but sometimes you just gotta shoot'em when you can"...
I said "Well, he was on your property when you shot him... Nice bird"
Total, this bird probably gobbled 200 times or more...
I didn't take any pictures of him for 2 reasons.
1. I felt sick to my stomach. Had I leaned over to get the camera I would have surely puked...
2. I didn't know how a stranger would feel posing for a "hero shot" for another complete stranger.
Tomorrow is another day... and I do thank God for just having heard him gobble all morning like he did.