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#81

Turkey Guns / Re: Browning A5

Last post by the Ward - March 06, 2026, 10:07:39 AM

I haven't heard anything about issues with the 20, I'm not sure why the 16 has been a hit or miss on reliability. Ammo perhaps?

#82

2026 Roaring 20's. / Introductions between friends

Last post by FullChoke - March 06, 2026, 10:05:52 AM

Team,

Let's clear up any rumors and tell us, in your own words, important and interesting things about yourself that don't appear in any AI reports. Where you live, how you hunt, your equipment. skills and talents. You get it, who are you?

FC

FC

#83

Turkey Guns / Re: Browning A5

Last post by the Ward - March 06, 2026, 10:03:03 AM

I watched that too, I was bummed he was having issues with it. I was really close to getting the 16 gauge, and I saw some  folks were experiencing issues like the ones you related to here.  I hope they get it straightened out, haven't heard of many problems with the 12 gauges since they updated the bolt design. At least I think that was what I remember reading somewhere that was the problem with the early a5s the first year or two? His videos are pretty good, they helped me decide on the sx4.

#84

Trumpets / Wingbones Forum / Re: Store bought trumpets

Last post by PharmHunter - March 06, 2026, 09:55:00 AM

What they ^ said about the Rolling Thunder.  It runs great!  The KT Prudhomme runs good as well. 

#85

General Forum / Re: Help with a first timer sh...

Last post by Bowguy - March 06, 2026, 09:52:14 AM

I absolutely despise crossguns but this might be the perfect use. Or a real bow if you can show that properly. Than as recommended. CB caps in a .22. Only when shes ready move to a 22 w powder in it. Dont push her. Once you start shooting, remember lots add to felt recoil. Action, ga, stock drop, load, gun weight, stance. One thing no one ever thinks about is noise. The louder it is the more it "seem" to kick. Double hearing protection. Inner and outer muffs

#86

General Forum / Re: Roger Snake Gaiters

Last post by CALLM2U - March 06, 2026, 09:51:02 AM

Just got mine and wanted to put it out there that they seem solid, but are built for the "bigger" guys.  They do have some adjustments, but I'm 5-9 and 145.  There is easily a couple of inches of overlap on the Velcro and the buckle on top. 

I may be able to fabricate some stuff and they seem awesome for the price point.

That was my concern when I saw them.  I'm smaller than you are so I'm afraid they won't work.  Good price point (at least while on sale) and bonsu points for them being camo. 

#87

Turkey Gun Sights & Optics / 28 gauge laser boresighter

Last post by Meleagris gallopavo - March 06, 2026, 09:50:10 AM

Can't seem to find a 28 gauge boresighter anywhere.  Looking for the kind that fits in the chamber.  Any help would be greatly appreciated.


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#88

General Forum / Re: Roger Snake Gaiters

Last post by Greg Massey - March 06, 2026, 09:48:28 AM

Do they seem to be very noisy?  Material?

#89

General Forum / Re: Roger Snake Gaiters

Last post by mullet dredge - March 06, 2026, 09:38:03 AM

Same. Working on some mods to fit my smaller calfs. Seem quite well made. Stiff out of the package but seem to be loosening up with some handling.

#90

Turkey Hunting Tips ,Strategies & Methods / Re: What Does Killing A Turkey...

Last post by Yoder409 - March 06, 2026, 09:32:36 AM

What a question! I thought about this for a while before I started this post, because what killing a Gobbler means to me now is so vastly different then it did in the beginning and middle. Killing turkeys has been a journey that journals me as a man, husband, father, friend, sportsman and lover of God's great gifts. Pursuit of a stupid bird has took me across this great country to see things I would most likely not seen if not for a bird. It has brought me great joy, pride, love, near death, anguish, heart ache, jubilation, satisfaction, acceptance, stature and face to face with God. Is killing a bird hard to do, Not at all, because the killing is simple. Aim true and put approximately two pounds of pressure on a trigger and in an instant a noble creature lies flopping his last breath away. In those following moments I have experienced the thrill of victory and agony of defeat ( credit wide world of Sports ). When I was a young man it meant a quest to conquer a great foe and earn a validation for both me and among my peers. It was a character building quest of a lifetime. Sadly it soon just made me a character. My life was defined on my reputation as a turkey killer and pride grew within me like a cancer. Come spring you didn't want to live with me until I could gloat over my trophy. I had forgotten how to hunt and sold my soul to killing. Oh I was good at killing, in my own mind if not others, but plenty where feeding my cancer. The worst thing someone could say to me me was, "why haven't you killed your bird yet, what's wrong". sadly my family paid for my pride as a killer of dumb arse birds. For many years I missed my first daughters birthdays traveling to kill turkeys. My warped mind said, just buy a nice gift and bring home to her, but what she rally longed for was daddy to have a piece of her birthday cake with her, but a bird was between me and her. I killed them by the dozens, but they all turned to sh!t in the end. As I matured and slowed up in life I started to realize so much of what drove me was really worthless. I had joys, successes and tragedies. One fateful day a very dear turkey hunting buddy breathed his last breath in my arms as I tried desperately to breath life back into him with CPR. Life meant nothing if all it done was left this great emptiness in my soul. For years I thought killing a stupid bird could help fill it, but in reality only one thing can fill that hole in a man's soul, God. I opened my heart to Jesus and he filled it. what does this have to do with killing a gobbler, everything. I now saw it as a cancer and as the idol in my life. As I grew in faith I grew in my hunting. I saw a wonderful creation and the hunt became as valuable as the kill. I could now miss a day hunting if my family needed me more, but they always made sure I could go. Funny how those who paid a price for my absence loved me enough to still open theirs lives so I could hunt. Why because in spite of the idiot that showed up every spring they loved me. Now I still go hard to get to that moment I put two pounds of pressure on a trigger, but After I do, I say a prayer over my friend that gave me so much and I smooth out his feathers and I listen to the eulogy that the woods is singing on his behalf. I admire the wildflowers and I relish looking out over a valley below and hearing that ole bird announcing his presence to a world that is missing something without a thundering gobble. I quietly take my game home now and utilize him as table fare. I will share a picture with close friends and a story, but if your not very close you will never know I killed another bird. What does killing a gobbler me to me after 54 years in this game, very little, but the hunt means a lifetime of the worst of me to the best of me and I would not want to live a life without these noble beast, well sometimes I call them demons. I hunt until I'm tired and the fun is waning and I go home. when I am engaged and dueling an old gobbler  i just wanna hear him gobble and we'll sing each other a song. If he steps inside my circle I will still take his life, but in that same moment I am a bit sad that the show is over. 

Awesome testimony, Egg !!!

In many ways, your journey to the present mirrors mine...or vice versa.

In the very beginning, I started hunting turkeys nust to see if I could do it.  Turkeys were just starting to filter into our area and I had to see.  I found out quickly that, indeed, yes.... I could.  And, like you, I gained a "reputation" among peers.  But, that's where I took a turn.  It was always about my PERSONAL deal with the turkey.  I took some ribbings if my tag(s) weren't yet filled.  But, I really never cared to or needed to prove anything to anyone....except myself.  I was my own biggest critic if the birds were handing me a whooping.  I was striving to always "up" my skills each and every season.  But, in the end, it was and is, still, a personal thing.  To hone my abilities.  To go into a regal bird's house and to beat him fairly and soundly at HIS game.  THEN and ONLY then will I end his life.  I take a knee beside him and thank my God for the bird...the experience...and allowing me to do it another time.  That's what the KILL is to me.  The culmination of me having honed my craft.

The HUNT....a whole other deal. Won't get started, there.  But, I have more pictures of wilflowers on my phone than is probably viewed as "normal" for a 6'2" 260 lb bearded guy.