17-18 years ago I was hooked and have been obsessed with anything and everything Turkey related.
I had heard of this Grand Slam and thought to myself “I wanna do that”
I have been blessed and have taken several Easterns, quite a few Rios, and last year went to S Dakota for a Merriams.
I had felt that turkey hunting was way more popular now and that there was so many people to kill their grand slam. It kinda seemed saturated and not as special.
A buddy of mine had a friend in S Fl with leased land. He was more of a deer and hog hunter but had turkeys all over.
My buddy and I got the invite and drove down for the opener.
After several days of tight lipped turkeys I had felt we was gonna have a trip full of good hunts, great memories, and a new friend. (A win in my book)
On our last hunt we struck a gobbling bird, got in close and felt we were in a good position.
Sure enough after a few soft yelps with no answer he was slipping in quietly. Me with my lack of patience had to get up and try to close the distance. I had eased down the trail maybe 75-80 yards and there was a bend around to the left. As I approach I peek around the bend and sure nuff there he was headed my way. He was standing alert and was peeking around the bend just as I was. I eased the safety off, shouldered the 870, and took aim. BOOM!!!
A hunt I will never forget.
Shot was at exactly 7AM, foggy, in the “jungle”, palmettos, palm trees, oak hammocks with Spanish moss hanging. Just a beautiful majestic sight.
The good Lord had blessed me again!
We hit the road a little after 9AM for our 14 hour drive back to Tennessee.
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