I am not the dyed in the wool turkey hunter that some folks on here are. In fact, I don't think I hunted at all last year. I usually get a bird every second or third year. The urge hit me again this year to go. I went out with my brother in law this morning and we were really into the birds. We were virtually surrounded and they absolutely hammered on the roost. I can only recall one day ever where I heard more gobbling than today. I had a bearded hen and a jake coming in until another hunter walked in behind me and spooked them off. I wasn't too sure what would happen after that but waited it out. About a half hour later, I saw some more turkeys enter the field I was set up in. I started calling and they responded immediately. Soon it was a footrace to get to me. There were six jakes together. When they got within 40 yards I dropped the biggest. It had about a 5" beard and folded instantly at the shot. It was all over by 7:15 am, the first spring bird I've ever gotten on opening day. I usually shoot the first turkey I am presented with and am happy with it. Not a trophy to some, but it is to me. I also got a hen on opening day this past fall and like today there was snow in the air that day too.
I have been on vacation all week. Spent 5 days at camp trout fishing and caugth over 150, now the turkey. I also saw while at camp a bunch of turkeys, a decent number of deer, a coyote, a bear and an osprey catching fish out of the stream I was fishing. So it has been a pretty darned good vacation.
Now that I'm done with the turkey, I'll be guiding for my dad trying to get one for him and catching some more trout. I have pictured below some shots of the snow at camp earlier this week, my bird and my best fishing buddy Chuck with my bird. Thanks for looking.
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