What an awesome morning. Jason and I split up and went after seperate gobblers we roosted last night. It started off rough for me, as I climbed over the gate in a fence it fell with me on top. Knocked the wind out of me and made one heck of a racket. Figured I blew it as the turkey was roosted within hearing distance, but I'm not one to give up. I fixed the metal gate and then eased down a dirt road into the woods, found me a place to sit and parked it. It was a long time till dawn and I wasn't sure just where exactly the turkey was roosted and was begining to sweat fearing I'd spooked him. Just before dawn he cut loose with a gobble. He was about 50 yards to my right. Once he started he wouldn't shut up. He stayed on the roost what seemed like forever, gobbling to his hearts content. All of a sudden, off to my left, I heard a hen yelp. Tried to spot her out of the corner of my eye but couldn't see her. Then all of a sudden she flew down just about 20 yards away on my left and started putting. I just froze. Her on my left, him on my right and me in the middle. Pretty soon, sure enough, he started for the hen . He got past me due to a low spot in the hill and I spotted him to my left about 40 yards. He was sure putting on a show for the hen. It was awkward for me to swing to my left without being seen but I managed and pulled the trigger. When the gun went off my face mask blew over my eyes and I couldn't see. I yanked it down and there he lay. My first gobbler I got on my own. He weighed 22 1/2lbs, 10 1/2" beard and 1 1/4" spurs. Here's the pics:
Edited by Spirithawk, 17 April 2007 - 11:05 AM.