tree_ghost
Well-Known Member
Had an incredible time the past few days in Nebraska. Big beautiful river bottoms and prairies. Had some tough conditions on the opener with slow steady rain all day. I hunted hard all day but couldn't locate a bird that wanted to play the game. Sunday morning rolled around and the conditions hadn't improved much with forecasted winds of 20-40mph but at least it wasn't raining…I ended up covering about 6 miles just moving around the upper rim of the draws and glassing into the bottoms where the wind wasn't to bad. Finally after 11hours of moving and working I managed to close the deal on a beautiful Nebraska meriam!
8.5" beard
1-1/8" spurs
22lb
After a good bit of celebrating we headed to bed with the forecast for Monday morning being perfect conditions, sunny and calm. I headed in to a draw with a creek bottom in it that had birds I'd glassed a couple days earlier. Sure enough at daylight they started hammering but I knew it would be tough cause he had plenty of hens cutting up with him. He brought the thunder hard on the limb but went quiet for a couple hours right under his roost tree while he bred his hens. As he did his business I slowly worked down the creek chanel and up to the edge of the woodline to watch the opening between me and him. Once I was in position I pulled out the call. At 8:30 he started moving down the hill behind his hens. A short series of clucks and soft yelps made him come apart…he busted the opening in full strut and drumming and I let the .410 eat! Straight up stoned him! Textbook hunt!
6" beard
1" spurs
18.5lb
8.5" beard
1-1/8" spurs
22lb
After a good bit of celebrating we headed to bed with the forecast for Monday morning being perfect conditions, sunny and calm. I headed in to a draw with a creek bottom in it that had birds I'd glassed a couple days earlier. Sure enough at daylight they started hammering but I knew it would be tough cause he had plenty of hens cutting up with him. He brought the thunder hard on the limb but went quiet for a couple hours right under his roost tree while he bred his hens. As he did his business I slowly worked down the creek chanel and up to the edge of the woodline to watch the opening between me and him. Once I was in position I pulled out the call. At 8:30 he started moving down the hill behind his hens. A short series of clucks and soft yelps made him come apart…he busted the opening in full strut and drumming and I let the .410 eat! Straight up stoned him! Textbook hunt!
6" beard
1" spurs
18.5lb
