SRA
04-26-2008, 11:04 AM
Daylight was approaching as I hunkered down beside a mammoth white oak
tree. The birds should be roosted in the same area I thought to myself.
The birds I was after I'd affectionately named...."Loner" and "The
Twins".
"The Twins" were a noisy duo, shaking the woods with their gobbles and
strutting their stuff. It was only a matter of time until those silly
birds made a mistake. Opening day and the day after they almost got
their "everlastings", but managed to evade my dad and I. But, this was
the third day of the season and I was determined to lay one flat, by
myself.
"Loner" was different from the other Toms. He was content for the most
part to be by himself, but i'm sure he found a hen or two along the way.
He hardly ever gobbled.
Sure enough, they were in their old roosting spot. I had set up
differently this morning and was confident. "The Twins" rambled on
noisily in the tree, and I grinned to myself. I gave a few tree
yelps.......GAAAROOBLE ROOBLE ROOBLE. They gobbled their fool heads off.
They flew down in a field to my north. I could hear them gobbling at the
edge of the field, suddenly they started putting, and flew up into a
tree. Evidently a coyote or something had spooked them. I yelped to them
to try and calm them down. It worked. They eventually flew back down and
slowly started working my way. Hens lead the way as they strutted and
gobbled along. There they were! Full fans, 60 yds. and closing. My gun
was on my knee, bead on the lead "twins" head. 50 yds...45 yds...What is
that noise to my left. An off and on buzzing noise. I shrugged it off.
45 yds......40 yds....buzzing noise getting pretty loud now...WHAT is
it? My eyes scanned to the left. "Loner" came spitting and
drumming,strutting into view. 25 yds. Ok, your day just turned really
bad. I eased my gun barrel to the south, drew a bead on "Loners"
tri-colored head.
"Loner" weighed in at 23 pounds, with a 10 inch beard. "The Twins" are
still there, who would've thought?
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tree. The birds should be roosted in the same area I thought to myself.
The birds I was after I'd affectionately named...."Loner" and "The
Twins".
"The Twins" were a noisy duo, shaking the woods with their gobbles and
strutting their stuff. It was only a matter of time until those silly
birds made a mistake. Opening day and the day after they almost got
their "everlastings", but managed to evade my dad and I. But, this was
the third day of the season and I was determined to lay one flat, by
myself.
"Loner" was different from the other Toms. He was content for the most
part to be by himself, but i'm sure he found a hen or two along the way.
He hardly ever gobbled.
Sure enough, they were in their old roosting spot. I had set up
differently this morning and was confident. "The Twins" rambled on
noisily in the tree, and I grinned to myself. I gave a few tree
yelps.......GAAAROOBLE ROOBLE ROOBLE. They gobbled their fool heads off.
They flew down in a field to my north. I could hear them gobbling at the
edge of the field, suddenly they started putting, and flew up into a
tree. Evidently a coyote or something had spooked them. I yelped to them
to try and calm them down. It worked. They eventually flew back down and
slowly started working my way. Hens lead the way as they strutted and
gobbled along. There they were! Full fans, 60 yds. and closing. My gun
was on my knee, bead on the lead "twins" head. 50 yds...45 yds...What is
that noise to my left. An off and on buzzing noise. I shrugged it off.
45 yds......40 yds....buzzing noise getting pretty loud now...WHAT is
it? My eyes scanned to the left. "Loner" came spitting and
drumming,strutting into view. 25 yds. Ok, your day just turned really
bad. I eased my gun barrel to the south, drew a bead on "Loners"
tri-colored head.
"Loner" weighed in at 23 pounds, with a 10 inch beard. "The Twins" are
still there, who would've thought?
http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/Rax77/Trophy%20Album/2008turk1.jpg