I took my friend's 14 year old son out for his first and probably last bird of the season because our gun season ends on Sunday. We set up about 200 yards from the roost tree and everything was doin' fine. I had this one Tom all picked out for Chris.
The hens were getting anxious and the tom was gobbling. I told Chris what I expected to happen and how he had to prepare for it.
Just as the hens flew down...boom, boom, boom, boom. from a tree about 50 yards from us. The hens were still in the air and the Tom wasn't even close to coming down!
There is absolutely nobody that is supposed to be on that land so I tracked down the shooters and called 'em out without their guns.
These two dirtbags step out and one had the nerve to argue with me on why he had the right to be there. I had to call a patrol in the area to deal with him just so he would pack up his deeks! Once they realized I was very serious, they hit the road and I grabbed the license plate on their hoopty jeep.
Unfortunately, they were gone before they could be dealt with. Man, I could not believe the audacity coupled with the attitude! Not only that, shootin' at hens to boot! (Our spring season is visible beard only.) These hens were stll flying and out of range anyway!
I sent the plate off to our dispatch and hopefully F&G will take the time to try to contact these idiots.


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