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Dad's 1st Gobbler

Dad's 1st Gobbler

Dad's 1st Gobbler

This 'book' is worth reading. It is the definition of a television-worthy hunt. As a young man, my dad was a die-hard deer hunter that loved running dogs. I have become equally passionate about turkey hunting. Now, my dad says that deer hunting doesn't hold a candle to turkey hunting.
We went out to a place we rarely hunt and sat in the fog of the field before daylight, eating corned-beef hash and laughing like school girls about who-knows-what. Then we decided it was time to go get settled in.
We sat in the backside edge of a decent block of woods surrounded by field with no decoys used. I started some soft clucks and purrs on the slate right after expected flydown and a lone hen came clucking and we let her slip on through. Then we heard very distant gobbles coming from what sounded like where we parked the truck at the road. The gobbler started toward my box calling from about 300 yards away. He sounded like he hung up so we got up and moved toward him, leaving our stools behind. We traded turkey talk en route for about a half hour while moving. Before we knew it we had gone by the turkey through the woods and he was headed toward our 1st spot by field. We then had to go back to where we started, crossing the powerlines running through the block of woods and nearly being spotted by him. We then played cat-and-mouse, with me trying to keep dad between the turkey and myself while I tried to call and sneak away to bring him by to no avail.
We then sneaked through to our 1st spot since the bird wouldn't come into the woods. I moved away from dad and called with a mouth call while he crawled into a grapevine of cover. I could see the gobbler come around the corner of the island of woods and everytime and cut, he would gobble, strut closer and then feed. Sometimes he would gobble up to five times without a pause between. This was repeated over and over until I got him to come by the grapevine at 25 yards. I qued dad to shoot, whispering, 'shoot him' twice because it was now or never. When he finally cleared the leaves dad could see his head.
This 23.5 lb. tom fell to dad's 2 3/4' Rem. 1100 that he used for deer in the 1970's. I have been on some amazing turkey hunts, but this was the hunt of a lifetime.
December 29, 2012 at 7:44pm
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Posted December 30, 2012 at 6:18am
Good Hunt

Sounds like yaw had a fun hunt. Man thats crazy the turkey gobbled 5 times in a row without a breath lol. Congrats on a fine trophy. How long of beard and spurs did he have?

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Posted December 30, 2012 at 8:13am
COOL COOL COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW arevels, That's AWESOME!!! Your a Blessed man to share such a event as a turkey hunt with your Dad!!! Great Read!!! I'm gonna re-post a hunt that fellow poster Donion and myself had with some similarities to yours..I think you will enjoy it...We also did the cat&Mouse game and had to leave everything but out guns to get close before we ran out of Daylight...We doubled-up and it has to be 1 of my all time Turkey hunts the way it all unfolded. Tell your Dad..Nice 1100, I have the same 1 lol made in 1972 when I was 2 years old lol

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Posted December 30, 2012 at 1:33pm
Boss Tom

Hanger, the bird had 11' beard and 1 spur that was 1 1/8' and the other was just over an inch with the tip broken off. Def. a 3 yr old boss. My buddy had hunted the same farm the week before and took another nice 1 not quite as big. Followed a hen 250 yards to his decoy. They don't all go that smoothly but we don't complain when they do! Lol

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