Bosbourne
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- Jan 6, 2019
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Saturday morning will go down as one of my favorite memories. I’ve always hunted ducks growing up on the east coast living in the south. Travelled out of state a few times, but shooting a turkey for the first time had my nerves on edge the rest of the day.
A long time buddy of mine, avid outdoorsman and fellow rokslider, and I decided to camp out Friday night. We threw some steaks on the old Coleman grill, talked about the wives and kids and more or less just got away from civilization for a night. We got up early the next morning and headed out to the turkey blind. We heard a couple gobbles far away and decided if they weren’t coming to us then we’d pick up and move shortly. Luckily we sat and waited that extra 10 minutes when out of nowhere we see this hen soaring out of the roost from our right maybe 80 yards.
My pal who did the calling had a very intense conversation with her for some time. She circled around our decoy a good 50 yards out and ended up on our left maybe 25 yards at 10 o’clock. My eyes were fixated on her as she stared into the blind trying to distinguish a glimpse of man. As she started to move farther left, my heart thumped as the biggest gobbler I had ever seen jumped to attack our poor jake, 7 steps away from us, in between his lady friend and he.
Like a well oiled machine I eased my gun to my shoulder and boom. I missed high, just as my buddy had said I would. The bird took off running left 25 yards and froze. I threw the gun back to my shoulder and fired again. This time he was down. 19.34 lbs, 10” beard, 15/16” and 1-1/16” spurs.
A long time buddy of mine, avid outdoorsman and fellow rokslider, and I decided to camp out Friday night. We threw some steaks on the old Coleman grill, talked about the wives and kids and more or less just got away from civilization for a night. We got up early the next morning and headed out to the turkey blind. We heard a couple gobbles far away and decided if they weren’t coming to us then we’d pick up and move shortly. Luckily we sat and waited that extra 10 minutes when out of nowhere we see this hen soaring out of the roost from our right maybe 80 yards.
My pal who did the calling had a very intense conversation with her for some time. She circled around our decoy a good 50 yards out and ended up on our left maybe 25 yards at 10 o’clock. My eyes were fixated on her as she stared into the blind trying to distinguish a glimpse of man. As she started to move farther left, my heart thumped as the biggest gobbler I had ever seen jumped to attack our poor jake, 7 steps away from us, in between his lady friend and he.
Like a well oiled machine I eased my gun to my shoulder and boom. I missed high, just as my buddy had said I would. The bird took off running left 25 yards and froze. I threw the gun back to my shoulder and fired again. This time he was down. 19.34 lbs, 10” beard, 15/16” and 1-1/16” spurs.