bvoss
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What was your first turkey hunt like?
My dad and I both started hunting turkeys at the same time, when I was 17. Neither one of us knew anything about it, but we had been watching videos and buying turkey gear since December so we were excited. We hunted a farm that was about an hour away because there were not any turkeys close to us at the time. I remember walking out the ridge that morning and my dad and I looked at each other and said, " This looks like a good spot." I got the owl hooter out and reminded myself to use the beat, "who cooks for you, who cooks for you all." About that time a big longbeard about blew my hat off at about 75-80 yards ! :grin: We didn't know what we were doing , but there was obviously only two ways the bird could go, or so we thought. So, we split up. I stayed put and called to that longbeard for all I was worth. Threw every call that I had seen on the video at him and he gobbled them all up! I was pumped! I could see the big bird draped over my shoulder. I just knew he was about to come in on a string!
Meanwhile, my dad had circled the bird, and was about 100 yards from him. He too was throwing the calls to him. And the Ol Tom was hammering back at him as well. We kept this up until the longbeard hit the ground, shut up, and dissapeared into the wild blue yonder. I didn't get my turkey that morning, but I sure got the fever. This is my 11th season hunting the birds and every opening morning I think about that hunt.
My dad and I both started hunting turkeys at the same time, when I was 17. Neither one of us knew anything about it, but we had been watching videos and buying turkey gear since December so we were excited. We hunted a farm that was about an hour away because there were not any turkeys close to us at the time. I remember walking out the ridge that morning and my dad and I looked at each other and said, " This looks like a good spot." I got the owl hooter out and reminded myself to use the beat, "who cooks for you, who cooks for you all." About that time a big longbeard about blew my hat off at about 75-80 yards ! :grin: We didn't know what we were doing , but there was obviously only two ways the bird could go, or so we thought. So, we split up. I stayed put and called to that longbeard for all I was worth. Threw every call that I had seen on the video at him and he gobbled them all up! I was pumped! I could see the big bird draped over my shoulder. I just knew he was about to come in on a string!
Meanwhile, my dad had circled the bird, and was about 100 yards from him. He too was throwing the calls to him. And the Ol Tom was hammering back at him as well. We kept this up until the longbeard hit the ground, shut up, and dissapeared into the wild blue yonder. I didn't get my turkey that morning, but I sure got the fever. This is my 11th season hunting the birds and every opening morning I think about that hunt.
