I’m so blessed to have been able to kill my first Osceola at 12:30 today in Big Cypress. He’s a Jake, so I won’t be posting a score for him, but I’m more proud of this turkey than any I’ve shot.
After not hearing any gobbles all day, and walking in some of the thickest stuff you could imagine, I decided to gear down and methodically hunt over sign I found. After 45 minutes or so, I was ready to move to the next spot, but peaked down the trail before I stood up and there stood a hen.
One yelp and she sprinted dead at me, stopping at 5 feet. After this encounter, I decided to stay put and really stepped on my call. 10 minutes later this guy and his buddy come over my right shoulder at 8 feet, clucking and causing a racket I let him walk to 30 yards before I shot.
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