QBD2
Old Mossy Horns
Figured I'd do a full recap, all in one place, as we ride home from Nebraska.
I started my season in north Georgia. Drove down Thur 4/5 for a 3 day hunt. With weather moving in Fri night, I knew I'd better get it done the first day. He was kind enough to holler once on the limb thur eve, and I somehow managed the impossible Fri morn... I got around and above him with out spooking a single bird. Didn't matter, he hit the ground with hens and was gone.
Finally managed to get him to show himself to me, out in the high pasture, at 2pm. Figured out what they were doing and got where I needed to be. Neither he or his hens would pay much attention, but he was still dead at 3:15.
Opening day in Virginia, 4/14. Absolute turkey silence from the drop, and I covered some ground looking for one. About 830 I got back to the truck and headed for another block.
I hadn't even got out of the truck when he hammered...knew he was in the powerline, so I eased up the 2 track for a sneak and peek. He was 120 out to my right, spinning and hammering on top of the hill, and his hen was 30 off to my left. When he turned fan to me, I spooked the hen.
Once he figured out he had misplaced his lady friend, it was candy from a baby. 9:05 am
Sunday 4/15. Opted for a quick, close hunt on the wife's birthday, so I hit a small tract by the shop in Person Co NC. Almost didn't get there in time as he was gobbling when I opened the door, but I made it near as makes no difference to the edge of a 3 acre clover patch. I plopped down and watched him strut and gobble in a huge oak across the field.
He pitched out way earlier than I was anticipating, and landed over a rise in the lower end of the field. He doubled as soon as his feet hit the ground and I lit him up with my favorite mouth call. He went bananas, and came pretty much straight to me. I'll never forget that light bulb coming over the hill, and it so dark I could barely make out his fan. He hung up about 50, and i was letting him drum when a couple hens pitched out below him. He turned to leave, and I flashed the fan for the first time. He was 25yds at a trot when I rolled him. 6:28 am
I started my season in north Georgia. Drove down Thur 4/5 for a 3 day hunt. With weather moving in Fri night, I knew I'd better get it done the first day. He was kind enough to holler once on the limb thur eve, and I somehow managed the impossible Fri morn... I got around and above him with out spooking a single bird. Didn't matter, he hit the ground with hens and was gone.
Finally managed to get him to show himself to me, out in the high pasture, at 2pm. Figured out what they were doing and got where I needed to be. Neither he or his hens would pay much attention, but he was still dead at 3:15.
Opening day in Virginia, 4/14. Absolute turkey silence from the drop, and I covered some ground looking for one. About 830 I got back to the truck and headed for another block.
I hadn't even got out of the truck when he hammered...knew he was in the powerline, so I eased up the 2 track for a sneak and peek. He was 120 out to my right, spinning and hammering on top of the hill, and his hen was 30 off to my left. When he turned fan to me, I spooked the hen.
Once he figured out he had misplaced his lady friend, it was candy from a baby. 9:05 am
Sunday 4/15. Opted for a quick, close hunt on the wife's birthday, so I hit a small tract by the shop in Person Co NC. Almost didn't get there in time as he was gobbling when I opened the door, but I made it near as makes no difference to the edge of a 3 acre clover patch. I plopped down and watched him strut and gobble in a huge oak across the field.
He pitched out way earlier than I was anticipating, and landed over a rise in the lower end of the field. He doubled as soon as his feet hit the ground and I lit him up with my favorite mouth call. He went bananas, and came pretty much straight to me. I'll never forget that light bulb coming over the hill, and it so dark I could barely make out his fan. He hung up about 50, and i was letting him drum when a couple hens pitched out below him. He turned to leave, and I flashed the fan for the first time. He was 25yds at a trot when I rolled him. 6:28 am