Man, I thought the turkeys put the thumpin' on me this past spring, but this fall wasn't any better! If I hunted one place, I'd spook em out of another when I was walkin' out. Last night it was hot and windy, so I figured they'd be out in an open field that had been mown recently. Finally spotted two jakes and a big tom.....75 yards to the south of me. I needed to get close, 20 yards....15 would be better. I started crawling around the woodsline, checking on them with the binos every ten minutes or so. Still there, feeding and keeping a close watch around them. The wind that had been my enemy on the mornings deer hunt had become my friend....the constant movement of the leaves and limbs helped to hide my movement. I hit an opening with only some briars and small sycamore saplings. Pusing my bow in front of me, I began to belly crawl thru the briar patch, knowing that if I made it to the sycamores, I'd be within 25 yards of the tom.....maybe he'd feed up to me? I reached the thickest clump of young trees and slowly raised my head to see what the birds were doing so that I could plan my next move! GONE!! Those "stupid" birds were nowhere in sight. My legs were aching from the crawl and the thorns I had picked up in the briars. I used a sapling to help myself up and I stretched my legs and back to get everything working again. I looked at my watch and found that I had been crawling for the last hour and forty minutes! I smiled to myself and glanced back to the point my "crawl" had begun and there were two does feeding not ten yards from my"hide"! It was getting dark, so somewhat dejected, I began limping to the truck, pulling thorns from my thighs as I went. I looked down over the hill to the place I had parked my truck by an oak, maybe 20 yards from my truck were the two jakes feeding on acorns. The big tom had already flown up and was roosted on a limb, smiling at me.....oh yeah, I had a blast! Mike
Topic: turkeys whipped me again! (Read 536 times)
