The hunt started pretty consistent with previous hunts on my property this season. Birds gobbling on the roost on the west side of the property, pitch down toward the west away from me, then go silent...
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Around 7:15 I saw some grape vines thrashing back and forth 80 yards away in a thicket with the deafening sound of leaves thrashing about. This went on for 5 minutes. I was convinced a deer was tangled up, so I did what any good whitetail nut would do, I went to help. (Ofcourse I brought my 🏹)
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Slowly easing up to 50 yards the source of the ruckus came into view. Two Toms with their necks wrapped up beating the living hell out of each other in the middle of a thicket. Game on...
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Hands and knees pushing my Stalker Dingo along the ground in front of me I slowly and methodically closed the distance, having to reset my course a few times as these two Toms moved back and forth in a 20 yard radius area trying to kill each other.
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They were obviously blinded by their rage, because as I drew my bow and stood, I was less than 8 paces away. My arrow found its mark and pinned the bird to the ground. What a crazy morning Push Family. I feel my passion for turkey hunting growing the more time I spend with the Kohlhofer’s and the rest of our crew. This is getting addicting to a feverish level...
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