It is a perfect day for turkey hunting and I am not. Over Easter we went north to see the grand kids. My crack shot 7 year old, Kyler, and Savannah, the prettiest little blond in the world with a snotty nose, a real little Typhoid Mary. You may rember her baby pic in the first HH thread. She gave me her cold.
However, Tuesday, I was out. I set up in a nice cluster of basswoods and called. Then I noticed a small buck, dead in the creek bottom, with a shredded carbon arrow and a mangled mechanical broadhead in his neck. I can almost hear the excuse. "I couldn't find my pins through the peep, so I took a guess and fired." I stood up to go examine the deer and then move and there it stood, not 30 yards away, a tom. He never made a sound. With no arrow on the string, all I could is watch him bust. Wondering about the what could have been, I put a judo pointed arrow on my Morningstar, took a quick aim at little white flower where Mr. Tom was before and fired. If I had known I was going to hit it, I would have shot at something else. How do turkey's always have such lucky timing like that?
Topic: HH BUG GOT ME - Part Two! (Read 472816 times)
