SmcWho31
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I have been turkey hunting since spring of 2014. Starting in Ohio and settling in South Georgia spring of 2015 I didn't get to hunt much as I didn't know much land yet. This year (2016) was looking pretty promising as I gained access to hunt an awesome property that was loaded with birds. We worked some birds Saturday but they were hung up about 70 yards away. Saturday night we got one roosted and pin pointed the tree within 30 yards...it was on.
We get up Easter morning and get to the spot to set up and hour before sunrise. Woods wake up and we begin to play some turkey tunes. Couldn't have drew the morning up any better around 7:45am a big gobbler flew down and landed in our decoy set up and immediately started strutting and spitting. I get my bead on him and pull the trigger. Click. My gun had misfired and my buddy missed as he was flying away. I was sick, my first gobbler ever & I let him get away because of a gear malfunction.
Meanwhile the birds are still gobbling so we decide to get up and move 200 yards into the swamp bottom that I knew they had been known to travel. Walking into the woods to get set up my buddy trips and falls over a cypress stump he didn't see and lodges his barrel full of mud. Trying to clean it out with a stick that also breaks off in the barrel. Meanwhile the gobblers are fired up and they're coming in quick. As my buddy breaks his gun down to clean out the mud so we have one operational firearm I'm getting our decoys set up. I get back and sit down to get comfy and at this point the gobblers are 75 yards and closing the distance. Next thing you know my buddy tells me he has eyes on a bird the other direction that came in silent. At about 8:30am I pulled the trigger and connected a good ol knoggin rocker to my first gobbler & totally redeemed myself from what seemed like a morning destined for failure.
10 1/2" beard 1 1/4" spurs right at 20# & a story I will remember for the rest of my life.
We get up Easter morning and get to the spot to set up and hour before sunrise. Woods wake up and we begin to play some turkey tunes. Couldn't have drew the morning up any better around 7:45am a big gobbler flew down and landed in our decoy set up and immediately started strutting and spitting. I get my bead on him and pull the trigger. Click. My gun had misfired and my buddy missed as he was flying away. I was sick, my first gobbler ever & I let him get away because of a gear malfunction.
Meanwhile the birds are still gobbling so we decide to get up and move 200 yards into the swamp bottom that I knew they had been known to travel. Walking into the woods to get set up my buddy trips and falls over a cypress stump he didn't see and lodges his barrel full of mud. Trying to clean it out with a stick that also breaks off in the barrel. Meanwhile the gobblers are fired up and they're coming in quick. As my buddy breaks his gun down to clean out the mud so we have one operational firearm I'm getting our decoys set up. I get back and sit down to get comfy and at this point the gobblers are 75 yards and closing the distance. Next thing you know my buddy tells me he has eyes on a bird the other direction that came in silent. At about 8:30am I pulled the trigger and connected a good ol knoggin rocker to my first gobbler & totally redeemed myself from what seemed like a morning destined for failure.
10 1/2" beard 1 1/4" spurs right at 20# & a story I will remember for the rest of my life.
