My father-in-law has never killed a turkey.
If you can imagine it, in terms of bad luck, it has happened to him.
I could literally type for an hour telling the tales of woe.
They continued yesterday while he and his cousin hunted.
Last night man called pa-pa and told him they were going this morning and he was gonna call him in his first bird.
He said we got to get there while they are still asleep though.
Man drew a map and ran the whole senerio by me last night and explained where they were roosting, where he was going to set up, the whole nine yards.
I had to tell him, "Sounds good to me".
Well EVERYTHING went perfectly and man did EVERYTHING right and it SHOULD have worked like a charm.
The only thing he didn't account for was my father-in-laws cousin going with them.
Two longbeards roosted within 80 yards and on FIRE.
Single hen decoy, single live hen flew down on top of the decoy (from 20 yards of their set-up).
Talk about perfect.
As I was getting the play by play I was convinced not only was he going to call his grandfather in his first bird, they were gonna DOUBLE.
Enter the cousin, set up 10 yards to their left.
Pure and total ignorance... game over.... gobblers gone.
It is probably a good thing man don't cuss or I probably would have had to shut one eye to read his text.
Oh well, maybe next time.
I do believe my little man is a turkey hunter though.
If you can imagine it, in terms of bad luck, it has happened to him.
I could literally type for an hour telling the tales of woe.
They continued yesterday while he and his cousin hunted.
Last night man called pa-pa and told him they were going this morning and he was gonna call him in his first bird.
He said we got to get there while they are still asleep though.
Man drew a map and ran the whole senerio by me last night and explained where they were roosting, where he was going to set up, the whole nine yards.
I had to tell him, "Sounds good to me".
Well EVERYTHING went perfectly and man did EVERYTHING right and it SHOULD have worked like a charm.
The only thing he didn't account for was my father-in-laws cousin going with them.
Two longbeards roosted within 80 yards and on FIRE.
Single hen decoy, single live hen flew down on top of the decoy (from 20 yards of their set-up).
Talk about perfect.
As I was getting the play by play I was convinced not only was he going to call his grandfather in his first bird, they were gonna DOUBLE.
Enter the cousin, set up 10 yards to their left.
Pure and total ignorance... game over.... gobblers gone.
It is probably a good thing man don't cuss or I probably would have had to shut one eye to read his text.
Oh well, maybe next time.
I do believe my little man is a turkey hunter though.
