So there I sat. Looking at the pink fletching sticking out of the dirt. I replayed the shot in my head and realized I didn't really pick a spot. I shot at the whole bird. He was moving and I hardly ever shoot at a moving animal.
I decided I needed a little breakfast so I dug into my pack and had myself a cliff bar and a banana. I was washing it down with some water when I looked up and saw a gobbler coming from the direction the three strutting toms. He was walking up a cattle trail that lead him straight to my blind.
My mind was going a hundred miles a second. Before I knew what was going on I had my bow in my hand had repositioned myself in my blind and had started to draw.
I made a little putt sound with a call I had slipped in my mouth just to stop him. It worked perfect. He stopped quarting to slightly. There was one feather out of place just where I wanted to put my arrow. That was the spot I focused on.
I drew anchored and released. My arrow struck the tom just a little above the spot I was looking at. He went down instantly. I had spined him. I hate when I have an arrow in an animal and it hasn't expired yet. I quickly drew a second arrow and sent it on its way. Not sure of the results. I knocked a 3rd and sent it down range as well. Soon the bird had given to ghost when his head up underneath his body.
I had one arrow left in my quiver and radioed to Nick to let him know I had a bird down. He soon arrived on his tractor and told me to go ahead and get out of the blind and get my bird. This is what I walked up on.
I was all smiles! I had traveled all the way from Illinois and had just killed my first turkey with a traditional bow. I had always thought my first bird would have been an eastern but turns out it was a Rio. I don't have the words to tell you how excited to have put my first bird down.
Nick was more than happy to snap a few photos of me and my first turkey.
Topic: Gobblapalooza 2013 (Read 4323 times)
