Roger B
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Hunting Stories
Warning! If you find hunting offensive, DO NOT read this!! . . . . Just go off in a corner somewhere and snivel for a while...
Today the rain finally quit, well, at least for the morning, we have had a few sprinkles this afternoon.
I was up and out at 3:40 AM again this morning, my usual time during turkey hunting season. When the sun finally came up, streaks of blue sky peeked through rags of clouds still scudding along, headed out to sea... looked like it might be a good day after all.
I spotted three hen turkeys all the way on the far side of the field, sneaking out of the woods and seeking a spot where the sunshine was finally warming the earth. They stayed in that sunbeam for nearly half an hour, probably trying to dry out after all the wet weather we've had. Then there was an hour and a half of nothing.. not a bird nor a beast showed itself and just as I was thinking the day was going to be the most boring one of the season, a loud gobble erupted from directly behind my blind. I jumped a foot off my seat!
I'm going to have to give you the Readers Digest (condensed) version of this story, because it took me over one-and-a-half hours to sweet talk that Tom - (no, not Pumper-54 Tom - a Tom turkey) - into venturing within range. You see they finally slipped into the field well above me and he was with his buddy (sort of like a "Wingman" if you'll forgive the pun) and this darling looking hen.. She had evidently promised him (or 'them! - I don't know) a wild time in the hay, because they both followed her in lock step wherever she went and she had no interest in coming to see my spread of a jake and two decoy hens. So for ninety minutes, using a mouth call, I promised both of those old boys sexual favors hitherto unheard of in the world of turkeys.. (I called it Kama-turkey-souptra! I even include the one where the hen hangs off a lower branch and the Tom . . . well, you don't need to read about that!! I think this is a family forum, after all...).. Just the same, if I wasn't such a jaded old dog, I would have been ashamed of myself!!
Anyway after finally convincing the boss bird that I was a 'go'er' - Know what I mean? . . Wink-Wink - - Nudge-Nudge.. He finally gave his current squeeze the slip and came thundering down the field, tail all spread out, wing-tips a-dragging, neck as red as a baboon's butt and head as white as the clouds up above... Then he stuck his neck out full-length, to see what the new ladies thought of his display... and . . . KA-BOOM!! A load of #4's from my little 20 gauge put his lights out... DAMN Girls! They'll get you in trouble every time!!
Turkey Jerky - - G-O-O-O-D!!
Rog
Warning! If you find hunting offensive, DO NOT read this!! . . . . Just go off in a corner somewhere and snivel for a while...
Today the rain finally quit, well, at least for the morning, we have had a few sprinkles this afternoon.
I was up and out at 3:40 AM again this morning, my usual time during turkey hunting season. When the sun finally came up, streaks of blue sky peeked through rags of clouds still scudding along, headed out to sea... looked like it might be a good day after all.
I spotted three hen turkeys all the way on the far side of the field, sneaking out of the woods and seeking a spot where the sunshine was finally warming the earth. They stayed in that sunbeam for nearly half an hour, probably trying to dry out after all the wet weather we've had. Then there was an hour and a half of nothing.. not a bird nor a beast showed itself and just as I was thinking the day was going to be the most boring one of the season, a loud gobble erupted from directly behind my blind. I jumped a foot off my seat!
I'm going to have to give you the Readers Digest (condensed) version of this story, because it took me over one-and-a-half hours to sweet talk that Tom - (no, not Pumper-54 Tom - a Tom turkey) - into venturing within range. You see they finally slipped into the field well above me and he was with his buddy (sort of like a "Wingman" if you'll forgive the pun) and this darling looking hen.. She had evidently promised him (or 'them! - I don't know) a wild time in the hay, because they both followed her in lock step wherever she went and she had no interest in coming to see my spread of a jake and two decoy hens. So for ninety minutes, using a mouth call, I promised both of those old boys sexual favors hitherto unheard of in the world of turkeys.. (I called it Kama-turkey-souptra! I even include the one where the hen hangs off a lower branch and the Tom . . . well, you don't need to read about that!! I think this is a family forum, after all...).. Just the same, if I wasn't such a jaded old dog, I would have been ashamed of myself!!
Anyway after finally convincing the boss bird that I was a 'go'er' - Know what I mean? . . Wink-Wink - - Nudge-Nudge.. He finally gave his current squeeze the slip and came thundering down the field, tail all spread out, wing-tips a-dragging, neck as red as a baboon's butt and head as white as the clouds up above... Then he stuck his neck out full-length, to see what the new ladies thought of his display... and . . . KA-BOOM!! A load of #4's from my little 20 gauge put his lights out... DAMN Girls! They'll get you in trouble every time!!
Turkey Jerky - - G-O-O-O-D!!
Rog
