Matt and Spanky doubled up on a pair of jakes on Monday mornin'. Spanky's had a few close calls, but this was his first turkey, which is always a reason to celebrate. Course, we had to educate the County Bitch on how to clean the boogers, which is always a treat.
Tater and I spent Monday mornin' along a field edge, and when the damned ol' bird finally showed up, Tater's gun was on his lap. Let's just say that jake got an early education and prolly a few pellets in his ass. I wound up with some shitty footage of a shitty miss.
Wednesday, I had off work again, so I headed over to my aunt and uncle's place down around home. After a long, quiet, borin' mornin', I had just thrown in the towel and started packin' my bag up and gettin' ready to head out when this ol' boy showed up. For once I wasn't dickin' around with my bow or musket, and the 3-1/2" load of Hevi-Shot did the trick right quick.
|24lbs, 9-5/8" beard, 1-1/8" spurs|
|I think Grandpa was happier than I was. Love that ol' bastard.|
So, now that I got the monkey off my back, I'll get to fartin' around with the toys again. Time to smoke one now...