BTD... - 04/14/14
I've been chasing this guy since the Youth hunt several weeks back. Called him off non hunted private land twice, but couldn't make it happen even though he was in spitn distance once and only 45yds the second time. He was bad henned up for a few weeks, I only got him to bust off the flock those two times mid day. Then, the sneaky rascal went MIA for a few hunts. Anyway, the story goes...
I went to a good listening spot on a gas line about 400yds from where I had a couple run ins with the big guy, but nothing talking at day break. I finally heard one about as far off as he could be on private, so no go. The wind started picking up and I heard another that was closer, but still way off. After a bit, I decided to beat it about 10 miles down the rd to my family land for a listen. I hit a few spots and nothing doing, all my usual honey holes are dry this year for some reason. I figured heck, that 1st spot is as good as any, so i headed back over to hit the place I'd got on the big guy opening week and there was a truck already there. I decided to just put some miles in and took off walking down some trails in the area I'd never hunted calling blind as I went. I ended up popping out where I started listening this morn and I'll be darned if some toms had walked down that gas line ROW while I was out looking elsewhere. They must have come twds my calling at daybreak, but they never talked. I headed back out to the car and drove around to where that gas line crosses a dirt rd and cut their tracks, so I knew they'd covered some ground. It was private there, so I had to move on. After trying a few other dry spots and not finding much sign, I went back to where I started about 230 and decided to break out the turkey thug lounge chair and sit the rest of the day in case those toms came back through to roost this eve. I'd call every five mins or so, but bout 3 I was getn sleepy in that chair. I pulled down my face mask and looked at my phone and started to think man, nearly 5hrs til dark, this might be a long sit for nothing. About that time I look out in the gas line and 3 toms are standing there 35yds out!! They'd come in quiet as a church mouse to me calling sporadically(no shock in the eve). I actually had my gun in my lap, but besides that I was about as prepared as when taking a wiz. They had luckily come in from the direction I had the best cover, but when they got to where they were standing they knew somin was up. The big guy finally took a couple steps and got behind some brush. I had open shots either side and nothing but a wall of thicket behind him, so I made my move slowly with the gun. About the time I got the gun in position he took off walking and as soon as he hit an open lane at 35yds, I mailed him some HW7s.
Turned out to be a pretty nice tom. 11-3/16" beard, 1-1/8" long spur, 16lbs. Sure was a light weight. I later found an old lead shot healed over in his breast. Maybe that contributed to his small size, who knows. I'm sure it probably helped with his sneakiness the past several weeks.
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I went to a good listening spot on a gas line about 400yds from where I had a couple run ins with the big guy, but nothing talking at day break. I finally heard one about as far off as he could be on private, so no go. The wind started picking up and I heard another that was closer, but still way off. After a bit, I decided to beat it about 10 miles down the rd to my family land for a listen. I hit a few spots and nothing doing, all my usual honey holes are dry this year for some reason. I figured heck, that 1st spot is as good as any, so i headed back over to hit the place I'd got on the big guy opening week and there was a truck already there. I decided to just put some miles in and took off walking down some trails in the area I'd never hunted calling blind as I went. I ended up popping out where I started listening this morn and I'll be darned if some toms had walked down that gas line ROW while I was out looking elsewhere. They must have come twds my calling at daybreak, but they never talked. I headed back out to the car and drove around to where that gas line crosses a dirt rd and cut their tracks, so I knew they'd covered some ground. It was private there, so I had to move on. After trying a few other dry spots and not finding much sign, I went back to where I started about 230 and decided to break out the turkey thug lounge chair and sit the rest of the day in case those toms came back through to roost this eve. I'd call every five mins or so, but bout 3 I was getn sleepy in that chair. I pulled down my face mask and looked at my phone and started to think man, nearly 5hrs til dark, this might be a long sit for nothing. About that time I look out in the gas line and 3 toms are standing there 35yds out!! They'd come in quiet as a church mouse to me calling sporadically(no shock in the eve). I actually had my gun in my lap, but besides that I was about as prepared as when taking a wiz. They had luckily come in from the direction I had the best cover, but when they got to where they were standing they knew somin was up. The big guy finally took a couple steps and got behind some brush. I had open shots either side and nothing but a wall of thicket behind him, so I made my move slowly with the gun. About the time I got the gun in position he took off walking and as soon as he hit an open lane at 35yds, I mailed him some HW7s.
Turned out to be a pretty nice tom. 11-3/16" beard, 1-1/8" long spur, 16lbs. Sure was a light weight. I later found an old lead shot healed over in his breast. Maybe that contributed to his small size, who knows. I'm sure it probably helped with his sneakiness the past several weeks.