Dad's First Merriam's

[hobbes]

My parents are here visiting, so I bought Dad a NR turkey license.  He's not hunted turkeys the last few years, but I wanted him to finally kill a Merriam's.

Dad's feet and ankles hurt too much to hike up and down steep terrain, so I planned on hunting Monday to Wednesday in some riverbottom country that I thought he could handle. 



We moved slow, but the distance required to hike across the fields to the river was making him sore even in the flat ground.  We hunted Monday morning and evening then Tuesday morning. We'd been on birds both mornings but they were loaded up with hens.  I typically assume that I can get something to work after some time, but I couldn't do anything with them early and Dad didn't feel like moving on them or waiting for them to get lonely.  We started our drive back home after a short hunt Tuesday morning.



I told Dad that I was keeping my camo on because I was going to take a detour in a couple hours and see if we could get a bird going close to the road for him mid-day.  Dad changed into a grey sweatshirt and blue jeans and said he'd just let me go after it if we heard one.

Two and a half hours later I handed dad a camo shirt and said "If we here one put this on and don't worry about the blue jeans". I was stopping in good listening spots along a dirt road and yelping loudly to try and find a mid-day gobbler.  I turned down a side road at about noon and got a bird to respond at my third series of yelps from a long way off.  Dad said "he's a long way...too far for me to go after".  I decided to drive the road another 1/4 mile and see what response I got.  I opened the truck door and the tom gobbled on his own still another 1/4 mile away in an area that I've hunted.  I drove to my normal parking spot and told Dad " get the camo shirt on and we'll just drop off the ridge 75 yards from the truck to see if he'll come". 

I checked the bird after dad got his shirt changed and gun loaded and it sounded like the bird was closer so we rushed downhill to set up.  Over the next 30 or 40 minutes the tom made it to within about 100 yards but wouldn't come across a ravine and up on our side.  When the tom moved away and further right, I moved behind dad 50 yards or so and the tom moved back and into about 60 yards from dad but just below the end of the ridge and out of sight.  He moved away and around another small ridge after 15 minutes which made him sound much farther. 

Dad thought it was over and got up to come back to me.  I quickly made my way to him and said "let's move ahead 75 yards where we can see the spot that he was gobbling from and see if he'll come back.  He may feel safe enough to come back to a spot that he just was strutting in."
We quickly moved ahead and sat up.  We were looking down at a grassy bench where the tom had likely stood, strutted, and gobbled earlier.  A few yelps later and the tom was coming back.  We first layed eyes on him strutting into the open on top of the ridge across the ravine at 100 yards. I went quiet and after 5 or 10 minutes he started down through the trees into the ravine.  I could here him strutting and gave him a few barely audible yelps.  I didn't see him come out of the ravine due to a rock outcropping, but heard Dad whisper "oh man, here he comes", then "how far is he?".  To which I replied, " I can't see him."   Dad lost sight of him and he stood down there in range somewhere for 5 minutes and finally gobbled to the left and within 20 yards.  He immediately was in strutt, drumming, fan cresting 15 yards away at about the 10 o'clock position instead of the 1 o'clock where dad was pointed.  I whispered he's left dad, and just as I could see his head tucked into strut (I was slightly higher than Dad) Dad shifted his gun left.  He'd no more than shifted left than the tom' s head came into view for him and ever so slightly started to raise before Dad let him have it at 11 yards.





He almost missed him because those #5 Longbeards should have taken his head off at that range.  They did take out a swath of back feathers and three tail feathers that were in line with his shot.  It made no difference,  we were thrilled with his first Merriam's.

I pheasant hunted with Dad last year and he had to take it slow and leisurely.  I think his feet are bothering him more now than last year.  While health wise he's in relatively good shape at 72, his feet bother him a lot.  I suspect this will be the last turkey that I see him kill due to his feet and ankles unless I can make it back home to IL in the spring and call one in for him at an easy access place there.  I'm glad this was an exciting one.

[fallhnt]

Congrats

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[blake_08]

Congrats!

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[Spring Creek Calls]

Congratulations,  both will remember that hunt.

[dejake]

Treasure it!

[WiLL B]

Congrats on a heck of a hunt!!

[GobbleNut]

Great story and pics, as usual, Hobbes.  Congrats on a great hunt with your dad!

[tha bugman]

Sweet!  Great story!  Made some memories for sure!

[Wrangler95]

Very nice

[spaightlabs]

Excellent field report brother - congrats to your Pop and to you!

[nitro]

Outstanding!! Don't let him give up quite yet!!

Congrats to you both!!

[MISSISSIPPI Double beard]

Awesome hunt! Congrats to you both!

[HookedonHooks]

Freaking score! Excellent story of the hunt, as always. Hunts with my father are hunts that will always be my favorite, as I continue to hunt with him I'll continue to make those memories. I'd say get out there with him while he still can, that's definitely something you'll never regret. Way cool man, can't wait to chase some of these Merriams myself.

[J-Shaped]

Congrats to you and your Dad on a great hunt, and a great memory. That would be a good one to write down for future reference, or to share with the grandkids some day.

[eorlando]

That is awesome!!! I felt like I was right there with you and your father. Congrats

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