“Gobble, gobble,” I heard one! I’m all set up I just made a call and I hear one, but it is so faint and far away I can't get my hopes up. It's my last time to turkey hunt for the season and I have not seen a thing. It's about 6:30am and early spring. What a beautiful day in the woods, I can smell the pine trees and hear the morning birds chirping. I make a call again, trying to mimic a female turkey. I hear the faint gobble again but it's even farther away. My hopes are shrinking. I think I lost him or I made a bad call and he is running away.
“Gobble, gobble,” that one was a lot closer, I could actually hear that one clearly, but still very far. My heart starts pumping faster my hopes are raising. I call again nothing I wait, keep waiting and still waiting. I hear it again and again, now two at the same time.
Is there two of them? No way, and that was close that couldn't have been much farther than the edge of the field. He didn't run away he's running toward being. I know this is going to go down and it's going to happen fast.
I know not to make another call because that could just scare him away or make him question if I am not a real hen so I just sit tight. My heart starts pumping like an Olympic …show more content…
I hesitate and make a split second decision not to shot the other one it looks at me and literally runs for its life. I walk over to the one that is laying in the dirt he is not even twitching. Must have made a good shot because this it is done. I sit there and check him out for some time then I grab him by the neck and throw him over my shoulder. It's a nice, heavy and ugly Turkey but all Turkeys are ugly. It's still early in the morning and I could go back to bed. I carry it back to the cabin and let him lay on the table outside. I go back to sleep. It was my first hunt by myself and it turned out great. When my Dad wake up he got mad and said “what are you doing still in bed you should be hunting” all I said was “look
“Gobble, gobble,” that one was a lot closer, I could actually hear that one clearly, but still very far. My heart starts pumping faster my hopes are raising. I call again nothing I wait, keep waiting and still waiting. I hear it again and again, now two at the same time.
Is there two of them? No way, and that was close that couldn't have been much farther than the edge of the field. He didn't run away he's running toward being. I know this is going to go down and it's going to happen fast.
I know not to make another call because that could just scare him away or make him question if I am not a real hen so I just sit tight. My heart starts pumping like an Olympic …show more content…
I hesitate and make a split second decision not to shot the other one it looks at me and literally runs for its life. I walk over to the one that is laying in the dirt he is not even twitching. Must have made a good shot because this it is done. I sit there and check him out for some time then I grab him by the neck and throw him over my shoulder. It's a nice, heavy and ugly Turkey but all Turkeys are ugly. It's still early in the morning and I could go back to bed. I carry it back to the cabin and let him lay on the table outside. I go back to sleep. It was my first hunt by myself and it turned out great. When my Dad wake up he got mad and said “what are you doing still in bed you should be hunting” all I said was “look