This morning and the rest of the week I'd be on time. Sitting in the dark I waited for the morning serenade to start.
Soon the sound of soft clucks came from a distant hen gently waking the flock and not long after that a gobble, discordant and challenging cut through the dark morning air. A full bright moon eased slowly toward the western horizon it's nights work done.
With lots of birds on the farm I had decided I would answer for myself a question I had seen posed on Trad Gang for at least the last couple of seasons.
In my kit I had a pack of Magnus Bullheads. I'd try for a head/neck shot. They should work. After all they flew well and were razor sharp.
I expected a banner day. The sky was clear and a bright sun warmed the blind with it's first rays.
It was well up in the morning before I'd get my chance.
As it turned out this perfect day would show me very few birds but I kept my vigil confidently. Around 10 A.M. a group of hens hove into view from the same the direction as the jakes of the previous day.
In their midst was a lone gobbler. I was ready as they approached my position, slowly feeding along as they came.
The Bullhead is a 3 bladed head and I'd mounted it so that one blade pointed straight down leaving a nice wide "V" which wouldn't interfere with my vision.
At 10 yards the gobbler suddenly broke clear of the surrounding hens. I had the windows open wide. There could be no screen for a shot with this head.
I drew the string to it's familiar anchor, held for just an instant and loosed the deadly shaft at the birds outstretched neck.
Topic: Short story for a longbow... and a turkey. (Read 2831 times)
