laying in bed at 7:15 a.m. Saturday morning.
I was warm, drowsy and dreaming about the Overstock.com lady and the Big-O.
I just couldn't shake that nagging feeling that I should tell her "No means No" and get up and grab my rifle and head out to the deer stand.
I was finally able to shake myself fully awake with the help of my wifes snoring and slip into my cameralls and head out the door.
I was not really hunting anything specific but really just out there to see what would show up.
A few does, and a raggedy 6 pt. but nothing really exciting, when 'lo and behold a head goes floating across the ridge about 300 yds. out, with the body of the critter just out of site.
I quickly snatch up the binos and take a look, "Beetlejuice Batman", it's a flock of ten Turkeys!
I had grabbed the .308 when I walked out the door expecting deer but never imagining this turn of events.
I quickly came down from the tower and beat it back to the house to retrieve my (turkey rifle) Remington 7615.
I got back out there within 5 minutes but much to my dismay......nothing.
I glass and glass to no avail.
After about 20 minutes I decide to croos the pasture and see if they were still in hearing range and try my hand at clucking.
I walk out to the edge of the treeline and kneel down along the fence and start glassing again, Bingo! about 150 yards out and hanging tight.
I stay steady and glass them for awhile but only see hens, no big boys.
I finally settle on one hen that looks poor because she is missing one whole foot.
I steady the crosshairs of the Weaver 1.5x5 on her upper body at 170 yds. out and start the squeeze, BLAMMO! down she goes and the rest burst into flight.
She soon quits flopping around and I here the chirppy (gather up) calling of the rest and I start calling to them.
They slowly settle down but they are out of sight about 250 yds. out.
I use the brush to hide my stalk and close that distance to only about 150 yds. and take up a position in the cedars and start calling again.
They are calling back to me and after about 10 minutes I finally catch movement.
I look through the binos and HOLD THE HORSES NANCY! there are a couple of BIGGG Toms out there!
I kneel down and try to lean the rifle off a branch and get a shot and right at that moment they get in behind some Mesquite and out of sight, Bummer.
I can't see them at all anymore but they continue calling and I do likewise.
They pop back into view but there are Mesquite branches in the way of a clean shot, so I go prone.
Blessedly, they are in the clear, mildly strutting with each other side by side.
I pick the one that looks the biggest and "let fly", down he goes no fuss no muss.
The big boy weighs 18 lbs. has a 10" beard and 1 1/4 in veeery sharp spurs.
My best bird to date.
I have slept late every morning since Saturday, even looked into getting a Rx for Lunesta, but much to my dismay I feel the Big-O lady may never return.
Ahh, such is my life and my luck.
I was warm, drowsy and dreaming about the Overstock.com lady and the Big-O.
I just couldn't shake that nagging feeling that I should tell her "No means No" and get up and grab my rifle and head out to the deer stand.
I was finally able to shake myself fully awake with the help of my wifes snoring and slip into my cameralls and head out the door.
I was not really hunting anything specific but really just out there to see what would show up.
A few does, and a raggedy 6 pt. but nothing really exciting, when 'lo and behold a head goes floating across the ridge about 300 yds. out, with the body of the critter just out of site.
I quickly snatch up the binos and take a look, "Beetlejuice Batman", it's a flock of ten Turkeys!
I had grabbed the .308 when I walked out the door expecting deer but never imagining this turn of events.
I quickly came down from the tower and beat it back to the house to retrieve my (turkey rifle) Remington 7615.
I got back out there within 5 minutes but much to my dismay......nothing.
I glass and glass to no avail.
After about 20 minutes I decide to croos the pasture and see if they were still in hearing range and try my hand at clucking.
I walk out to the edge of the treeline and kneel down along the fence and start glassing again, Bingo! about 150 yards out and hanging tight.
I stay steady and glass them for awhile but only see hens, no big boys.
I finally settle on one hen that looks poor because she is missing one whole foot.
I steady the crosshairs of the Weaver 1.5x5 on her upper body at 170 yds. out and start the squeeze, BLAMMO! down she goes and the rest burst into flight.
She soon quits flopping around and I here the chirppy (gather up) calling of the rest and I start calling to them.
They slowly settle down but they are out of sight about 250 yds. out.
I use the brush to hide my stalk and close that distance to only about 150 yds. and take up a position in the cedars and start calling again.
They are calling back to me and after about 10 minutes I finally catch movement.
I look through the binos and HOLD THE HORSES NANCY! there are a couple of BIGGG Toms out there!
I kneel down and try to lean the rifle off a branch and get a shot and right at that moment they get in behind some Mesquite and out of sight, Bummer.
I can't see them at all anymore but they continue calling and I do likewise.
They pop back into view but there are Mesquite branches in the way of a clean shot, so I go prone.
Blessedly, they are in the clear, mildly strutting with each other side by side.
I pick the one that looks the biggest and "let fly", down he goes no fuss no muss.
The big boy weighs 18 lbs. has a 10" beard and 1 1/4 in veeery sharp spurs.
My best bird to date.
I have slept late every morning since Saturday, even looked into getting a Rx for Lunesta, but much to my dismay I feel the Big-O lady may never return.
Ahh, such is my life and my luck.
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Good shot! And beautiful feathers, too!
