Story
of the Hunt
We got in the woods early
and started calling as soon as the sun
came up. There were hens all around
us and we started to hear gobbling off
in the distance. The gobbles got louder
and the next thing I knew they were
right behind me. Two gobblers walked
60+ yards in front of my grandpa and
collected all the hens and they were
on their way. We kept calling but didn't
hear many more gobbles so we got up
and started walking around.
It was about 8:00 am now
and we hadn't seen any more turkeys.
As we walked, my uncle and I caught
movement about 200 yards to our right.
It was the gobblers and the group of
hens and they were running into a field.
We quickly got out of the woods so we
wouldn't spook them too far off.
We entered the woods about
an hour later and set up on the fence
row that the turkeys followed into the
field. We saw the group of turkeys about
600 yard away on the edge of a woods.
We sat down and softly called. Slowly
the group headed toward us. As they
got closer we started to hear them gobble
more and more. I waited and waited just
waiting for one of the red heads to
poke up over the hill.
Finally, the group appeared
about 50 yards away. They walked closer
until they got to a fence that was about
40 yards away. They walked back and
forth beside the fence but they wouldn't
cross it. They walked farther and farther
to the left until I couldn't see them
anymore. I thought they were gone but
then I heard this slapping sound and
it was a jake flogging our decoy. They
walked back out to the right along the
fence and one gobbled. I put my sights
on him waited for him to stick his head
up and pulled the trigger.
The bird hit the ground
and started to flop around. The other
gobblers started kicking the dying bird
and I got up and started running toward
the downed bird. The other two gobblers
flew away and mine stuck his head up
and got up and flew away. I felt sick!
We started walking to
where we saw him fly. We searched and
searched but didn't see anything. I
walked to a high spot and started looking
for any sign of the bird. I looked for
about 5 minutes and then I saw a red
blob sticking up over some high grass.
I yelled for my uncle and grandpa and
I started to walk towed the high grass.
When I got to the grass I saw feathers
but no bird! I was disgusted and very
upset. But the next step I took the
bird ran right in frount of us!
I shot him before he took
off. The turkey ended up having a 10
3/4 inch beard and 1 1/8 inch spurs.
It was the second largest turkey taken
in my area for the youth division. I
am 14 years old and this was my second
gobbler of 3 turkeys I have shot. I
killed a jake at the same spot I killed
this bird just one week before. I thank
my uncle and grandpa very much for taking
me hunting and this was one of my most
memorable hunts and I will never forget
it.