Ok, so I finally got it done. I am an avid turkey hunter. I am addicted. I thought that I would always just be a gun hunter because I like to kill em, but that all changed three years ago. I killed my first turkey with a Morrison longbow. I actually have killed a couple of Texas birds now with a bow, and thought why not give it a try on Easterns.
I have never been more frustrated!!
He started pounding my decoy fiercly! He broke strut, I drew my bow, came to a good anchor, and upon release heard a great thud!! I almost passed out. I thought I smoked him. I watched in amazement as he got even madder and started destroying the dsd. That's when I noticed the arrow and broad head spinning around like a roulette wheel as he continued to pound moving in and out of strut with one primary wing feather broken.
I pulled out another arrow, took careful aim, and poof!!!! I blew through him like hot butter. He flew straight up and landed on his back.
He flopped just a little, but finally rolled over and stuck his head up. I realized he was dying. He was panting with his mouth open. Instead of watching this slowly unfold,I shot my last two arrows into the turkey for a speedy demise. Both were great hits so I guess I'm three for four. Lol!!!
I cannot say enough about the feeling I have. It always means something to kill a turkey no matter what, but an Eastern, at home, 100yds from public land with my most favorite curve of all time!!! I was,; well, I have never been emotional over any animal, but I almost felt a hint of a tear.
The bow is my new Black Widow 58" KBX. It is 56lbs @ 28", and I am shooting gold tip 5575's with a 200 grain simmons treeshark screw on. I have weights in the arrows to make it 250 grains up front. The woods are tiger myrtle burl veneers with macassar in riser.
The unique story on the bow is this. Will Cocke, one of my very best friends built it. I shot it and fell in love with it from the moment I touched it. I couldn't quite thinking about it.
Will killed a 140" pope and young whitetail with the bow this January. Ironically enough, it is the same buck that I missed with my bocote pchx last year. We named the buck Mr. T
I know this is very long winded, but it means everything for me to share this story. The bow really ties it all together for me, and to have a friend that could see the love I had for the bow means everything. I only joked about him selling it. I never thought he would. He mentioned it one time and I didn't hesitate.