Here's where you can enter your stories, embellished as much as your conscience can live with, about how you, against all earthly odds, managed to fiendishly outwit the Supreme Majestic Overlord of the Spring Woods!
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FullChoke
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
Quote from: Jay on February 12, 2011, 08:22:55 PM
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
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Quote from: Jay on February 12, 2011, 08:22:55 PM
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
The problem is that we don't write FICTION, or need to, Dr. Suess. But, for your sake, when we get going we will be sure to use single syllable words to make it easier for you! :bartsimpson: :z-inlove:
FC
Quote from: FullChoke on February 12, 2011, 08:57:33 PM
Quote from: Jay on February 12, 2011, 08:22:55 PM
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
The problem is that we don't write FICTION, or need to, Dr. Suess. But, for your sake, when we get going we will be sure to use single syllable words to make it easier for you! :bartsimpson: :z-inlove:
FC-Ex Raider stuck with guys shooting p shooters.
Thankfully they make guns to fit a bunch of guys, who are too short to be allowed on the adult rides at the Fair. :TooFunny:
:emoticon-cartoon-012: I think Jay wants to be on our team. He's posting more on this forum than we are.
Quote from: 3" 870 Shell Shucker on February 13, 2011, 09:46:38 AM
:emoticon-cartoon-012: I think Jay wants to be on our team. He's posting more on this forum than we are.
Jay wants to be on every team. :begging:
Quote from: 3" 870 Shell Shucker on February 13, 2011, 09:46:38 AM
:emoticon-cartoon-012: I think Jay wants to be on our team. He's posting more on this forum than we are.
That's cause you guys are boring. I thought I'd whack the Hornets nest to see what happens :TooFunny: By the way, I acutually did that to show my cousin how fast I was, and wouldn't get stung. Where I screwed up was not taking, how slow SHE was into the equation. That was ugly for her, not me, until my dad found out what I did. Then my lumps equaled hers. ::)
I first met King Tut on public land in Northern California. He was well known and greatly respected far and wide for his incredible ability to find the weakest link in every hunters armor and exploit it for his own survival. California did not allow afternoon hunting during the time that I first met him. I crawled up to a ridge overlooking a meadow and spotted him strutting in the middle of it surrounded by 10 hens and 2 jakes. I didn't need the binoculars to see how thick his beard was. He was the King and he was holding court! I watched him for 2 hours until he worked his way up onto the opposite ridge right at sunset. Finally he gobbled two long, throaty proclamations of his unchallenged royalty and I started making plans right then.
The next morning I made my way under the cloak of darkness across the open meadow 1-1/2 hours before sunrise. I sneaked up onto the grassy ridge and could barely see the outline of a big black oak tree. I was about 100 yards up the ridge from where I had heard him gobble the night before. I set my hen decoy out about 30 yards from the oak tree and eased over to sit down against it and wait for the morning festivities to start. Just before I sat down, I stopped and something told me to look around. I looked all around and then looked up the tree. There, looking straight down at me, was a giant bird and much smaller one! King Tut and a courtesan! He stuck his head out and clucked a deep guttural question, "What are you?" I froze. He clucked several more times as I tried to figure out what I was going to do next. Directly his clucking calmed down, and finally stopped. I stood motionless for 10 minutes to let him fall back asleep. Slowly, I just turned around and sat down right below him.
The sun began changing the night sky into a warm peach color and the diurnal players started warming up for their show. A coyote yipped down on the other side of the meadow and the two jakes started gobbling at him. Hens started waking up and clucking all around me. Directly a large, warm splat hit the ground right next to me and another one hit the ground right on my other side. The rattling gobble that jarred my teeth from right above my head was unmistakable. It's good to be the King. I was hoping that he would drop off of the roost and introduce himself to the dewy baby doll making eyes at him from about 30 yards away from his boudoir. Hello Baby. No such luck! When he sailed out of the tree, the anchor rope hanging off his chest was simply ludicrous! But, he was sailing and didn't hit ground until well out in the meadow. Other turkeys bailed out of the trees, stopped by to chat up the new chick and left because they didn't know how to communicate with this stuck-up broad.
I had 3 other very close encounters with his Majesty that year, and he managed to escape the lead headache each time. I had the drop on Tut in that tree that morning and could have lowered the boom on him, but there is not enough money in this world that could have convinced me to end his glorious reign without giving him a fair chance. I don't know that he was ever shot, I want to believe that he wasn't.
FullChoke
Wow, good read. Tom Kelly look out.
CB
Try setting up a little farther from Roost next time :TooFunny: :TooFunny:
[I thought I'd whack the Hornets nest to see what happens :TooFunny: By the way, I acutually did that to show my cousin how fast I was, and wouldn't get stung. Where I screwed up was not taking, how slow SHE was into the equation. That was ugly for her, not me, until my dad found out what I did. Then my lumps equaled hers. ::)
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Quote from: Jay on February 12, 2011, 08:22:55 PM
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
I thought this area wast to post stories about our kills that we make this year 2011. Not to make up stories like Jay will need to. :TooFunny:
Quote from: timbrhuntr on February 24, 2011, 03:16:00 PM
Quote from: Jay on February 12, 2011, 08:22:55 PM
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
I thought this area wast to post stories about our kills that we make this year 2011. Not to make up stories like Jay will need to. :TooFunny:
Post stories about your kills, is exactly why I'm here to fill in all the open spaces. :TooFunny:
'post
Quote from: Jay on February 24, 2011, 11:45:32 PM
Quote from: timbrhuntr on February 24, 2011, 03:16:00 PM
Quote from: Jay on February 12, 2011, 08:22:55 PM
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
I thought this area wast to post stories about our kills that we make this year 2011. Not to make up stories like Jay will need to. :TooFunny:
Post stories about your kills, is exactly why I'm here to fill in all the open spaces. :TooFunny:
'post
Thats okay you don't need to post your little bird here if you get one, it probably won't break our top 10 anyways :goofball: :TooFunny:
Quote from: timbrhuntr on February 25, 2011, 07:41:35 PM
Quote from: Jay on February 24, 2011, 11:45:32 PM
Quote from: timbrhuntr on February 24, 2011, 03:16:00 PM
Quote from: Jay on February 12, 2011, 08:22:55 PM
:TooFunny: Not a lot of reponse on this one. I think the Turkeys are kicken butt on this group. :TooFunny:
I thought this area wast to post stories about our kills that we make this year 2011. Not to make up stories like Jay will need to. :TooFunny:
Post stories about your kills, is exactly why I'm here to fill in all the open spaces. :TooFunny:
'post
Thats okay you don't need to post your little bird here if you get one, it probably won't break our top 10 anyways :goofball: :TooFunny:
Top 10? :TooFunny: I've got at least 5 spots by default :TooFunny:
Wednesday I slipped back into an area on a local WMA where I had heard turkeys gobbling in the past. I heard two gobble 10 times between them, but had to leave before we could get up close and personal.
Thursday morning. I had studied on these two toms all afternoon yesterday. I was exactly where I wanted to be, sitting on a listening log when the first one hammered in a pine thicket about 200 yards away. I moved into position where the pines met a hardwood bottom and set up. My first set of yelps from a Flextone Freak Nasty diaphragm call was answered immediately. I excitedly cut back at him and he hammered back. He continued to gobble on a skid row about 125 yards in the pines and would not make a move. Shortly it sounded like he was leaving out the back door, so I moved away about 50 yards and headed into the pines to get on the same skid row that I thought he was on. Just as I got to the skid row, he gobbled right at the tree that I had just vacated! I kicked myself for being so impatient and set out my ugly FeatherFlex hen decoy in the skid row and sat down at a pine tree about 20 yards away.
The gobbler answered every call I made, every time I scratched in the leaves, every time I purred and clucked to myself - but wouldn't move back to where he had just been. At one point it sounded like he was leaving. Then a miracle happened. The other gobbler that I had heard the day before started gobbling and heading in. He continued to get closer and his last gobble was off to my left about 75 yards on the other side of a beaver pond. I wasn't sure which way he would take around the pond, but I hoped that he would approach from the other side of the deke.
Moments later, I spot a black form moving through the pines. It was the gobbler that I had been calling to all morning. Apparently, he realized that he was about to lose the hen to this other dude and decided to make his move. He stepped out into the row, busted into a strut and started showing the hen what she was going to have to deal with in just a minute, if she played her cards right. He vogued for 30 seconds and walked right up to her and went into strut again. I slid the mouth call into position, lined up the sights, took a breath and PUTTED at him good and hard. He didn't move! I thought, "Alright, this time with feeling!" I bowed up on the call and putted for all I was worth. He finally got the message and stuck his head up. Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ accepted him into glory .054 of a second later, if I've done the math right.
Statistics mean a lot to a turkey hunter, so here goes. He clocked in at 19.53 lbs, carried 1" & .9375" spurs and was swinging a 10.125" beard. A good 3 year old public land gobbler! He gave up the ghost at a distance of 20 yards from the barrel compliments of a Federal, Flight Control, HeavyWeight, 3", #7, 20 gauge yellow shotgun shell.
I have been hunting this WMA for a number of years, and this is the first tom that I have taken from it. I look forward to laying the pain on his buddy sometime soon.
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Cheers.
FullChoke
Great story FC, and congrats on a fine bird.
Shane
Quote from: TrkyHntr on March 17, 2011, 09:23:39 PM
Great story FC, and congrats on a fine bird.
Shane
Excellent !! :icon_thumright: :icon_thumright: :icon_thumright:
finally my story from last friday(a week late)
The gobbling activity has been very slow around here since the season opened last weekend,almost didn't go,but I changed my mind. Got to the woods and headed to one of my listening spots,I waited and listened and listened.NOTHING was going on, finally around 7:00 a bird gobbled about 120 yds away on the edge of the river,I headed that way,closing the distance.
He gobbled only 2 more times after he flew down (7:10),after he was on the ground,he gobbled 3 more times slowly moving my direction,I was watching for him,when a hen came walking out,then 2 more hens.
I had no idea that there was any hens around anywhere close,finally he came around the brush into my shooting lane,the 2 hens closest to me were getting very nervous,all of a sudden out of no where a deer behind me "blows" and runs right down the hill where the birds are,the closest hen start putting and takes off flying.I get to looking and the gobbler is still standing behind a pine tree,he sticks his head out to look around and I tell mysels"it"s now or never"
The 20ga gets the job done at 35 yds. with "old school 3" Federal pre FC lead #5's" at 7:30am
20 minutes from the time he flew down until I pulled the trigger.
the kill site
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