Turkey Season 2019
I almost don't want to keep a record of this year's hunt, because quite honestly it wasn't really much of one. I walked into the turkey woods one late morning and made a few calls without hearing any answers. I crested a small hill and came face to beak with a nice tom. I stood about 20 yards from him while I started to load my shotgun, thinking he would putt putt off soon and I could get set up to try to call him back in. Except he didn't move at all. He just stood there staring at me as I raised my gun up to my shoulder and put the bead on his head... I guess these birds are just to used to humans at this point, and I took it upon myself to reintroduce the fear of people... we have to keep these turkeys guessing.
POW! That's pretty much the entire hunt summed up. It wasn't very sporting and I'm not entirely proud of what happened, but... it happened. At least I was able to show my daughter what a "Turchee" looks like close up. I think from now on I'm going to hunt turkeys exclusively with a bow and arrow to raise the difficulty bar back up.
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