Skychief
69 Cal.
Having survived torrential downpours and a nearby tornado touchdown yesterday evening, my hope was that a gobbler or two survived as this morning was out turkey opener.
Thankfully, the predicted rain for this morning held off as I found myself placing decoys in the predawn darkness.
My hide for the hunt was a double trunked sycamore with plenty of multi flora rose nearby for good cover. This tree stands in a very small thicket, the size of a southern Indiana bungalow, smack dab in the middle of a field that I had been watching a certain tom with 6-7 hens until a couple of days ago. They had vacated this field after the farmer had disced it. I was concerned but knew the birds couldn't be far.
Legal shooting was to start a half hour before sunrise, about 6:30. At 6:00 I heard two toms way off to the North of me. My calling coaxed a conversation out of a hen on a wooded ridge a hundred yards East of me. Thinking of Spence's advice of a year ago, I appreciated her help, and kept her yakking as best as I could. Still, no nearby gobbles were heard.
At 6:40, I not only heard but FELT a thundering gobble directly behind me and no more than 30 feet away! :shocked2:
The sneaky devil had came in silent and was on the edge of the thicket.
I didn't dare try to look. Instead I eased my gun (Lord love a flintlock fowler) onto my knee and pointed it at my nearby dummies. I figured this tom had gobbled because he couldn't see my spread through the dense thicket as he was on the opposite side. My thought was that it was tangled enough that he would want to go around, rather than through it to see what was on "the other side".
It didn't take him long.
Once he saw my Jake and two hens, he fluffed right up and put on quite the display. He nearly "spit" and "drummed" his brains out! :haha: I took it all in. The pale head against his dark full fan just glowed. THAT always gets me. :thumbsup:
Unlike last Spring, (the fowlers maiden voyage for a turkey), when I had reservations as a newbie with a percussion background, I knew what to expect this go-around. You see, I have really gotten to know and appreciate the gun, having used it all last Fall for squirrels (highly recommended).
With that experience came a calm confidence this morning as I lined up the turtle sight on Mr. Gobbler's neck, sixteen yards away.
The freshly knapped flint struck steel and we collected the bird with a "Skychief Special" load. :haha:
It was only 6:45, I couldn't believe it was over!
I wish I were a better writer, because again, I come up short expressing the deep satisfaction of being afield with these "old" guns and truly special quarry.
21 1/2#, 10", 1 1/8".
I'll see if Spence is willing to post a photo of the tom.
Good hunting to all, Skychief.
Thankfully, the predicted rain for this morning held off as I found myself placing decoys in the predawn darkness.
My hide for the hunt was a double trunked sycamore with plenty of multi flora rose nearby for good cover. This tree stands in a very small thicket, the size of a southern Indiana bungalow, smack dab in the middle of a field that I had been watching a certain tom with 6-7 hens until a couple of days ago. They had vacated this field after the farmer had disced it. I was concerned but knew the birds couldn't be far.
Legal shooting was to start a half hour before sunrise, about 6:30. At 6:00 I heard two toms way off to the North of me. My calling coaxed a conversation out of a hen on a wooded ridge a hundred yards East of me. Thinking of Spence's advice of a year ago, I appreciated her help, and kept her yakking as best as I could. Still, no nearby gobbles were heard.
At 6:40, I not only heard but FELT a thundering gobble directly behind me and no more than 30 feet away! :shocked2:
The sneaky devil had came in silent and was on the edge of the thicket.
I didn't dare try to look. Instead I eased my gun (Lord love a flintlock fowler) onto my knee and pointed it at my nearby dummies. I figured this tom had gobbled because he couldn't see my spread through the dense thicket as he was on the opposite side. My thought was that it was tangled enough that he would want to go around, rather than through it to see what was on "the other side".
It didn't take him long.
Once he saw my Jake and two hens, he fluffed right up and put on quite the display. He nearly "spit" and "drummed" his brains out! :haha: I took it all in. The pale head against his dark full fan just glowed. THAT always gets me. :thumbsup:
Unlike last Spring, (the fowlers maiden voyage for a turkey), when I had reservations as a newbie with a percussion background, I knew what to expect this go-around. You see, I have really gotten to know and appreciate the gun, having used it all last Fall for squirrels (highly recommended).
With that experience came a calm confidence this morning as I lined up the turtle sight on Mr. Gobbler's neck, sixteen yards away.
The freshly knapped flint struck steel and we collected the bird with a "Skychief Special" load. :haha:
It was only 6:45, I couldn't believe it was over!
I wish I were a better writer, because again, I come up short expressing the deep satisfaction of being afield with these "old" guns and truly special quarry.
21 1/2#, 10", 1 1/8".
I'll see if Spence is willing to post a photo of the tom.
Good hunting to all, Skychief.