I posted last week about the 20" of snow we received after my son and I had returned from True South Adventures. Quite the rude welcome home.
I finally had a chance to get out and do some turkey hunting again this am. I did not even have 1/2 my coffee drank when the birds started gobbling.
I was nice and comfortable in the blind, the dekes were set and I was ready to start talking turkey. My first soft yelps were met with not only gobbles but hen yelps. I was then pretty quiet as the flock was carrying on quite a bit. Multiple gobbles, yelps, purring, jostling and such.
After a few minutes I heard the same hen yelping. So I answered her and she responded. She was coming in hard. That is not all that uncommon, but she was pulling a gobbler with her. When I first saw her she was on a mission, the gobbler was gobbling, then running, then trying to strut. It was quite a site and for those who have turkey hunted know that it rarely happens like that.
They hit the dekes and she went over to my hen. The gobbler finally caught up and hit full strut. Paying no attention to my strutter or hen deke.
I then lost track of the hen and was fully concentrating on the gobbler. I had already nocked an arrow and tension on the string right after I got the first visual.
After one false draw, he dropped out of strut and turned broadside. I drew, anchored, picked my spot and released. The arrow flew true, or so I thought. He jumped at impact and started a slow run. This is where I typically watch them run/stumble 20-50 yards and watch them go down.
He did no such thing. Made a loop and came back by me at about 15 yards. I was still waiting for him to tip over, but then I noticed the broadhead had come out low. After I watched him make another big loop behind the blind, I thought o'boy, I might be in trouble.
I had good tracking snow, so I was just going to give him plenty of time. I always get a bad feeling on turkeys when they do not go down right away. But I also know that if hurt bad enough they will not go far and tuck in to hide.
As I was trying to finish my coffee and wait for time to go away. I heard multiple gobbles and carrying on again. I grabbed the call and gave some seductive yelps. Immediately I heard a reply. I yelped again, gobble, yelp, gobble, all the while getting closer. Once they were close, I just shut up. Soon enough I could see some hens coming my way, and bringing up the rear was four more gobblers.
Three of the gobblers and a few hens got sidetracked doing what turkeys do. But 1/2 dozen hens and one gobbler conitnued working their way in. While they were doing that, two of the rear gobblers started fighting. They put on quite a show. Purring, wing beating, and such pecking order violence.
Finally the hens and first gobbler came into the dekes. He gave me another great broadside shot. Same drill as before: draw, anchor, pick a spot, release. This arrow passed completely through. The gobbler jumped and started his death walk. I have seen it a few times, zip and arrow through a turkey and they slowly/gingerly walk/run away. He made it about 25 yards before he hit the snow and death flopped.
Wow did that just happen? My SD archery tag and my SD Black Hills tag possibly filled? But I have a turkey to find yet.....
I waited two hours to start tracking the first bird. Easy to track, plenty of blood and the broadhead was dragging in the snow intermittently. He was following the rimrock: he stopped, zigged and zagged, made circles and even backtracked some.
I had followed the tracks about 200 yards from where I shot him when started wondering. Doubting, questioning, the feeling that is always there until you find the animal. It just started to become a bigger elephant in the room.
That's when the tracks dove off the rimrock into the canyon. I looked up and saw a turkey moving away from me in the ironwood trees about 80 yards in front of me. Seemed to be moving OK, and I could not see an arrow. I had not found an arrow yet. I didn't know if that was him or another turkey, so I stuck with the tracks.
I kept trailing, keeping my eyes peeled in front. Hoping to possibly get a glimpse. I came to a small rise and the track was gone. He took off flying. Very common occurence in the Black Hills. I studied the tracks and the wing marks to get a take-off direction. I then started zig zagging in that direction. After about 35 yards I saw a big hole in the snow with blood. I found his crash landing sight. The arrow must have hampered his flight control.
At this point the turkey is heading straight down, to the bottom of the canyon! The elephant is getting smaller, there is a glimmer of hope. After tracking for another 60-70 yards, I finally see him tucked in by the base of a tree. A coup de grace was administered and my snow double was complete.
As I as write this we are in another winter weather strom alert and expecting another 8-16" of snow. I don't think I will complain about the snow.
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