Brad_Colvin
Eight Pointer
This bird that I love to pursue has given me so much in the time that I have been blessed to chase them. One of the best things is the friendships I've made due to a shared passion for the wild turkey. Yesterday I got to experience a classic roost hunt with one such friend. Since moving to NC 4 years ago datrip and I have shared many a tree together and even drove halfway across the country to Kansas last year to hunt. Yesterday morning we went to a piece of land he has permission on. We heard the 1st gobble at 6:05 and then this boy started gobbling about 5 minutes later. Once he started the other gobbler shut up. We eased in nice and close to him on the roost,probably 70-80 yards, from him. We were on a little knob about 35 yards from the crest. After we got settled I gave him a couple soft clucks on the trumpet and he gobbled. About 5 minutes later and 10-15 gobbles later I softly yelped at him. Then the eerie quiet that always happens when they are fixing to fly down happened. We both thought we heard him fly down, but couldn't be sure. The next gobble we heard he was on the ground. I turned my head and yelped and Daryl scratched in the leaves and he gobbled again. The gobbler was drifting to the right so I yelped over my left shoulder and he gobbled just over the crest of the knob at about my 2:30 position. No time to shift around the tree so I switched shoulders to shoot left handed. Seconds later there he was. When he crested the knob he blew up into strut then dropped and continued to ease towards us. Seconds later he stood up tall at about 25-30 yards and the 410 ended it. It was a great morning and I was blessed to share it with a great friend.
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