Seems like the last 4 or 5 birds I killed have been 2 year olds, not that there is anything wrong with that, but I'd like to walk up to a set of daggers here one of these days.
I had some running to do this morning while waiting to see what the rain was going to do before I went to work. I guess the rain decided it was going to rain.....so I went turkey hunting. Climbed a ridge at 10:30 and heard a bird gobble twice on the next ridge. I headed over there and couldn't get an answer, so I continued to a corn field that hasn't been plowed yet to glass it.
It started pouring rain so I hunkered under a good tree and gave a few yelps just in case. I looked to my left and there stands a longbeard with long hooks at 80 yards on a farm road, coming my way. I could see his long spurs with my binos at that distance.
Suddenly he turned course and headed to another field, so I packed up and set up another ambush point. Not long and I saw 3 red heads going right into the corner I just came from! I cutt to them and the stood in the field putting and pirouetting....and then went back down the road they just walked in on. I moved again to a stand of thick autumn olive bushes that separated the fields and glassed the field they were heading to. I saw two birds about 70 yards out in the field so I yelped softly to them.
Suddenly a white cap appeared in the corner of my binoculars at,...oh.....about 10 steps and coming my way.
Binos down, speed bead ON, Safety off, and staring at a bird at less than 10 steps trying to see if he has a longbeard or not. Suddenly he perked up and I saw the top of his thick beard flop.
BOOM! Instant Dirt Nap at about 5 steps!
And low and behold.........another Super Sophomore with 3/4" spurs! Oh well, he's hefty and has a 9.5" beard.
Pulled the trigger at 11:59:59 as near as I could tell.
Solo hunts mean solo pics.