This is going to sound like a B.S. story. Some time ago I was entering my huntering area shortly afer dawn in my rear view mirror I spotted an enormous gobbler soaking up the sun. I rolled over the next hill, and parked my truck.Sneaking back, I found him still standing there. I launched an arra that fell way short, and bounced up, and pierced his breast, but not deeply. He imediately flew up into the upper branches of a juniper tree. I walked up under the tree and proceeded to shoot straight up thinking that Thanksgiving was a given. I emptied my bow quiver through the center of that bird, and on the last shot he decided that he had had enough. He soared like an
eagle over the next ridge, into a huge canyon never to be seen again. Now I will be the first to admit that none of my shots were perfect. One of those arrow shold have gotten his spine or sumpin. I've read other threads like this wher people say tht turkeys are easy. Crap I vowed from that day forward not to shoot at turkies without some kind of stopper behind a two blade. You gotta send som kinda shock and tear a hole in those guys. My opinion.
Larry