|17.5lbs, 9-1/2" beard, 7/8" spurs|
|23lbs, 9-1/4" beard, 1-3/8" spurs|
Then, a groundhog assassination turned into an unlikely gobbler scoutin' mission on Wednesday after the mornin' milkin' at the farm, and things were lookin' up. I rounded up the necessary permission to get where I needed to be, and I had all day Thursday to go after 'em.
I got into the field early Thursday mornin', and after changin' my set-up a few times in the dark, I finally settled in for the long haul. A few minutes before six, a bird opened up in the woods on the other end of the field, about 400 yards away. He gobbled thirteen times in the next half-hour, then nothin'. With heavy eyes, I finally succumbed to a month's worth of short nights around 0700. When I came to a little while later, a hen had magically appeared in my decoys. She hung out close for about an hour, alternatin' between eatin' and preenin'.
|Hard to see, but the hen is puffed out while preenin',|
just in front of my left-hand decoy.
About twenty minutes later, I heard a gobble from the far side of the field. I hit him right back with an aggressive yelp and some cutts, then grabbed my binoculars. The bird had just crested one of the rises in the field about 300 yards away, and I quickly saw the long rope swingin' from his chest. Had the hen still been there, she prolly woulda headed right for him and led him off, but my decoys weren't movin', so he slowly started headed my direction.
After takin' his dear sweet time closin' the distance, he disappeared into a swale about 75 yards way, and never came out. I had long since prepped myself for a shot, and after five minutes I was just startin' to wonder what the hell happened when all of the sudden a jake walked outta the timber to my left and half-strutted into the decoys. That did the trick... That ol' longbeard mean-walked outta the swale and directly at the jake, ready to kick some ass. Grandpa's Mossberg 835 and the Hevi-Shot Mag Blends beat him to the punch, droppin' him stone dead at 40 yards.
|Them Mag Blends are expensive, but damn, they perform.|
Most birds flop around as they expire... not this one.
|Old Indian Trick: binoculars make a good makeshift|
camera bipod in a pinch.
This was my first Adams County bird, and the second bird I've got with Grandpa's turkey gun. I definitely felt Grandpa huntin' with me through that gun as I carried it this season. This will definitely be a special bird for the memory bank.
As an added bonus, I hit up the same area the next day after work, and after bein' set up for only a few miuntes, I called that same shittin' little jake in again. I ain't much for shootin' jakes, but with only minutes left in my season, I decided he looked pretty damn tasty.
|13.5lbs, 4.5" beard (two strands to 6"), 1/4" spurs|
|20.5lbs, 10" beard, 1" spurs|