12 hr night shifts are great, plenty of time off. I had been up for 25 hrs, arriving home this morning at 5:30am....Quiet, peaceful and I was ready for some much needed sleep.
As the truck door slammed a loud gobble echoed out back. Then another...OK...should I quickly dress and head out or hit the sack? No brainer....I was dressed and double timing it out back in less than 10 minutes.
Halfway to where I heard the last gobble, I crow called..the tom answered and I knew the direction they were heading. Circling around, I set up against a stonewall fence with a small log to my back. Yelps, purrs and sweet talking went unanswered.
7:30 I decided to yelp and cackle aggressively. Wow..this tom answered less than 50 yds away. I caught movement and here he comes. 30 yds...strut and display....25 yds...looking...he eased towards the small gap in the fence. I hit anchor..at 15 yds he stepped through, started to display but the Snuffer slammed into him hard.
He made it to the bottom of the ridge and was motionless. I was elated because I accomplished 2 goals. I took my first bird with my sons Kempf longbow and Bear Razorhead and this tom I killed with my old 50" 55# Browning Cobra. Enjoy the pics...I am going to sleep now...have to work tonite!