Unfortunately, it's not an upgrade to get us to 600. I sure was hoping though walking to him. Today was a special day. My buddy that introduced me to turkey hunting back in high school 25+ yrs ago was able to hunt with me this afternoon at my place. We hunted for many years together, doubling multiple times during that span. Then life happened. We got married and had kids. We haven't been able to turkey hunt together for at least 10 years, probably 13.
We arrived just before noon. Had to wait until after my son's swim meet to get out. He has never been to my place and knew I wanted to kill my first there so bad. It was a roller coaster afternoon. 11:42 we walked down from the gate, crossed a camera as I showed him my first food plot/fruit tree orchard. We backed tracked through and headed to my second food plot to show him. Signal is poor and my camera sent delayed pics as we headed up. I looked at them and two gobblers walked by at 11:47 while I showed him the first plot.
Never knew they were around. I assume they were pushed through from the neighbors as their hay field was being cut.
After continuing the tour of my place we decided to sit and call some. After 1.5 hrs a bird gobbled back toward the truck. We assumed it was the two from earlier. We head back. As we approached the area the tractor on the neighbors got close and we couldn't hear anything. We decided to take a break at the truck while he cut hay. Unknowing to us the two birds walked back by the camera less than 50 yds as we left from the truck. Got video of one gobbler walking off as we come into view.
It was becoming comical. They never gobbled to let us know they were around. If they had we couldn't hear much due to the tractor.
As the tractor moved off we heard a bird gobble on the other side of the property so we eased up to the food plot to get a better listen. Called some and he gobbled. We moved a little closer and so did he. My buddy stayed back as I moved up about 50 yds in the woods. He called, bird gobbled. Earlier this season I had a bird do the same thing and hang up on the fence. This time would be different. As he strutted closer I began hearing him spit and drum. Still couldn't see him. My buddy had him fired up. He was hot. Finally I see his fan. He's coming right down the fence. There's a gap in it just ahead. He doesn't hesitate. Dips below it, pops back into strut. Head as white as can be. He's on my property now. He's mine. As he struts closer he hits an opening. Head comes up, BOOM! Felt like old times as we celebrated.
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