Greenmtnboy
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well I should say only three more months of winter.
Fri morn dawned bright and calm and I was able to tree call three different toms.
I went back that evening to put them to roost for the opening day and a storm blew in and shut them them down.
It snowed and blew all night and the opening morning we had high winds and fresh snow.
I knew that these birds drop into the canyons during storms so I spent eight hours 12 miles and three thousand vertical trying to coax spooky gobblers in on a windy day.
Saw some pretty country and got quite a few volunteers but no takers.
Got back to camp at three pm ate some breakfast and went back out for the evening.
The wind died down right before unbeknown to me the blizzard hit.
I dropped into a draw that I had heard a extra randy turkey in the morning before and clucked softly and BAMN right off the ridge I was on a big ol tom hammered back.
I set up and had dueling banjos with this hog for a bit when I got to wondering why he wasn't poking his head up over the berm I was on..
I sneaked to the edge and right below me was a good size oak brush and my tom hung up on the other side just out of smoothbore range.
So I got off my ass and flanked him, I had to scatter his hens to get within range but at 15 yrds my 62 slammed him.
I got my bird and the next morning I got to drive to yotie Joes in a good ol spring dump
Fri morn dawned bright and calm and I was able to tree call three different toms.
I went back that evening to put them to roost for the opening day and a storm blew in and shut them them down.
It snowed and blew all night and the opening morning we had high winds and fresh snow.
I knew that these birds drop into the canyons during storms so I spent eight hours 12 miles and three thousand vertical trying to coax spooky gobblers in on a windy day.
Saw some pretty country and got quite a few volunteers but no takers.
Got back to camp at three pm ate some breakfast and went back out for the evening.
The wind died down right before unbeknown to me the blizzard hit.
I dropped into a draw that I had heard a extra randy turkey in the morning before and clucked softly and BAMN right off the ridge I was on a big ol tom hammered back.
I set up and had dueling banjos with this hog for a bit when I got to wondering why he wasn't poking his head up over the berm I was on..
I sneaked to the edge and right below me was a good size oak brush and my tom hung up on the other side just out of smoothbore range.
So I got off my ass and flanked him, I had to scatter his hens to get within range but at 15 yrds my 62 slammed him.
I got my bird and the next morning I got to drive to yotie Joes in a good ol spring dump