Today was the Nebraska archery opener and, after getting my first bird with a recurve in Montana this past Fall, I wanted to go for another first and score one with my Parker Tornado F4 crossbow. I ended up bagging this Tom a little after 1PM after a slow, quiet morning.
I made the hilarious mistake of laying down in the blind for a quick nap after lunch that ended up being a *really quick* nap. 10 minutes into my snooze I awoke to the sound of this 27 pound bully beating the snot out of my Avian-X half-strut Jake like a speed bag. Got in the chair as fast as I could, put the crosshairs just to the side of his beard on a quartering angle and let one go at about 9 yards.
The spurs were a pedestrian 1", but the beard measured a solid 10.5", and after having him weighed at the taxidermist, this one is officially my new biggest bird.
This had to be angriest, toughest turkey I've ever seen, with the most shocking will to fight. The instant that the 125 gr. Slick Trick smacked trough his vitals, he staggered backward for a second, collected himself...and went back to continue beating on the decoy until he slumped on top of it dead, slithering to the ground!
This is exactly how he curled up and died. You can see the blood trail from where he stumbled and traveled back to continue the fight. He left quite a mess on the deke:
While it looked like it was going to be a fruitless day when the birds came off the roost in the wrong direction and were silent once landed, sticking with it into the afternoon paid off nicely. I love having the early archery split out here, even though it takes non-resident tag fees to take advantage.