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<blockquote data-quote="clwg97" data-source="post: 4883072" data-attributes="member: 18549"><p>I know you said most memorable, but I have 3 that really stick out.</p><p> </p><p>1. My first turkey</p><p>Went out with my dad on a Missouri youth season, had a bird fired up and he gobbled his way all the way to us, came down a point on one side of the holler, jump across a wet weather creek, and came all they way strutting into to 20 yards. My dad was telling me the whole way where he was and I could never see him. He looked like a ostrich working his way in. I finally saw him once he was about 30 yards and I couldn't swing my gun over on him. I was carrying my grandpas old 870 wing master with a 30" full choke "turkey" barrel. I had a small tree sticking up when I tried to swing it over the barrel was hitting it. I tried lifting it up and over it and the bird saw and took off. I was about 11 or 12 and it was a pretty low point that morning, dad had called up a monster gobbler and I had buggered it up. We walked back out of the bottom and got on top of a ridge and dad let out a couple yelps and had a bird double gobble at us. We sat down in a brush pile and he called and got cut off by another double gobble. We sat there and went silent, as a kid I was dying to hear them gobble again. He gave it about 5 minutes and hit another couple licks on his slate and the turkey gobbler 3 times in a row at like 60 yards. Waited a few more minutes and started seeing red heads pop up at 20 yards. He had called in about 6 jakes. He told me to pick one out and shoot. I shot and they all flew off. He hollered I had missed and we walked up and there was a bird laying there. He was about 16lbs with a 4" beard. I was on top of the world. </p><p></p><p>2. First Longbeard</p><p> This was my final youth season in Missouri. I was 15 and knew I this would be it. Dad had joked all spring about how next year I was on my own so he could go kill a few birds for himself. I told him if that was the case he better call me in a big long beard. I wasn't shooting any more jakes. Opening morning of youth season was clear and no wind. We were on a ridge top that had been a small clearing where it had been logged and had a big pile of the stumps. We backed up in the stumps and had a few birds fired up. He called in a superjake, this thing came in all puffed up strutting, he looked like a basketball with legs trying to walk down the road. I couldn't even see a beard as a strutted by. I chose to let him walk and wait for my longbeard. we sat there until about 9 or 10 o'clock. nothing else wanted to come in. We go up and picked up the decoys and were going to walk back to the truck. As soon as we started back down the ridge top logging road a bird fired up about 100 yards down the road. We hurried and sat back down. This bird was one of those mid-morning birds you dream of. He had no issues hanging up and strutted his way in. I was so short I couldn't see him over a small hump of gravel in front of me from them grading the gravel road the previous summer. All I could see was the top of his fan as he strutted in. My dad still says to this day he has never seen a gun barrel shake so much as a bird was walking in. when this bird popped out from behind that gravel he was about 8 or 9 yards. I was so excited he took a full load of 3" number 5's full strut straight in the head. He was 21 lbs with an 10.5" beard and 1" spurs. </p><p></p><p>3. First Long beard called in on my own with a mouth call only</p><p>I was hunting some public land in Missouri by the house. In Missouri the season opens up on a Monday and you can only kill 1 bird the first week. This allows all the hardcore hunters the first week without everyone else in the woods. There was a truck parked in my normal spot I park, but i knew of a couple other spots where you can fire up a bird so I drove a half mile down the road and went off in a holler on the other side from where the truck was. I was out and had a bird fired up on the limb. I got about 100 yards and he was just down the point I was sitting on and on a point going up the other side. He came down off of the limb and strutted at 100 yards on that other point where I could see him for about 30 minutes. It was awesome watching the sun come up and watching that bird strut back and forth gobbling, I would only call when he was looking the other way, and only call softly where I felt he couldn't pinpoint me. He would strut back and forth on the same 10 yards of land and gobble his head off. He finally broke strut and started coming towards me. He came down from his strut zone and walked across and instead of walking up the point to me he swung around to my right. Being a right handed shooter I had to wait until he walked behind a tree and shift just a little. He walked out right where I wanted him to and I rolled him at 10 yards. He had a 10" beard. 1-1/8" spurs. I didn't weigh this bird.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="clwg97, post: 4883072, member: 18549"] I know you said most memorable, but I have 3 that really stick out. 1. My first turkey Went out with my dad on a Missouri youth season, had a bird fired up and he gobbled his way all the way to us, came down a point on one side of the holler, jump across a wet weather creek, and came all they way strutting into to 20 yards. My dad was telling me the whole way where he was and I could never see him. He looked like a ostrich working his way in. I finally saw him once he was about 30 yards and I couldn't swing my gun over on him. I was carrying my grandpas old 870 wing master with a 30" full choke "turkey" barrel. I had a small tree sticking up when I tried to swing it over the barrel was hitting it. I tried lifting it up and over it and the bird saw and took off. I was about 11 or 12 and it was a pretty low point that morning, dad had called up a monster gobbler and I had buggered it up. We walked back out of the bottom and got on top of a ridge and dad let out a couple yelps and had a bird double gobble at us. We sat down in a brush pile and he called and got cut off by another double gobble. We sat there and went silent, as a kid I was dying to hear them gobble again. He gave it about 5 minutes and hit another couple licks on his slate and the turkey gobbler 3 times in a row at like 60 yards. Waited a few more minutes and started seeing red heads pop up at 20 yards. He had called in about 6 jakes. He told me to pick one out and shoot. I shot and they all flew off. He hollered I had missed and we walked up and there was a bird laying there. He was about 16lbs with a 4" beard. I was on top of the world. 2. First Longbeard This was my final youth season in Missouri. I was 15 and knew I this would be it. Dad had joked all spring about how next year I was on my own so he could go kill a few birds for himself. I told him if that was the case he better call me in a big long beard. I wasn't shooting any more jakes. Opening morning of youth season was clear and no wind. We were on a ridge top that had been a small clearing where it had been logged and had a big pile of the stumps. We backed up in the stumps and had a few birds fired up. He called in a superjake, this thing came in all puffed up strutting, he looked like a basketball with legs trying to walk down the road. I couldn't even see a beard as a strutted by. I chose to let him walk and wait for my longbeard. we sat there until about 9 or 10 o'clock. nothing else wanted to come in. We go up and picked up the decoys and were going to walk back to the truck. As soon as we started back down the ridge top logging road a bird fired up about 100 yards down the road. We hurried and sat back down. This bird was one of those mid-morning birds you dream of. He had no issues hanging up and strutted his way in. I was so short I couldn't see him over a small hump of gravel in front of me from them grading the gravel road the previous summer. All I could see was the top of his fan as he strutted in. My dad still says to this day he has never seen a gun barrel shake so much as a bird was walking in. when this bird popped out from behind that gravel he was about 8 or 9 yards. I was so excited he took a full load of 3" number 5's full strut straight in the head. He was 21 lbs with an 10.5" beard and 1" spurs. 3. First Long beard called in on my own with a mouth call only I was hunting some public land in Missouri by the house. In Missouri the season opens up on a Monday and you can only kill 1 bird the first week. This allows all the hardcore hunters the first week without everyone else in the woods. There was a truck parked in my normal spot I park, but i knew of a couple other spots where you can fire up a bird so I drove a half mile down the road and went off in a holler on the other side from where the truck was. I was out and had a bird fired up on the limb. I got about 100 yards and he was just down the point I was sitting on and on a point going up the other side. He came down off of the limb and strutted at 100 yards on that other point where I could see him for about 30 minutes. It was awesome watching the sun come up and watching that bird strut back and forth gobbling, I would only call when he was looking the other way, and only call softly where I felt he couldn't pinpoint me. He would strut back and forth on the same 10 yards of land and gobble his head off. He finally broke strut and started coming towards me. He came down from his strut zone and walked across and instead of walking up the point to me he swung around to my right. Being a right handed shooter I had to wait until he walked behind a tree and shift just a little. He walked out right where I wanted him to and I rolled him at 10 yards. He had a 10" beard. 1-1/8" spurs. I didn't weigh this bird. [/QUOTE]
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