While bowhunting for deer this fall, I saw different flocks of turkeys on several occasions working like street sweepers going through the woods and skulking along the edge of a food plot. Two of the flocks were led by hens, including a bearded hen. The bulk of the flock was made up of poults, some of them young toms that were much larger than the hens. A third flock was all gobblers.
I went out early this afternoon to sit in a pop-up blind along one of the food plots. I nodded off a couple of times, but came to in time to get a crack at a turkey with my Stick longbow. I picked out a young tom from the flock of eight birds that was going by the blind at about six yards, drew down on him and shish-kabobbed it with a carbon arrow tipped with a Simmons interceptor. It raced off into the tag alders dragging the arrow. I got out of the blind to try and determine where it went.
I soon found the arrow lying on the ground. Watching ahead as I moved through the alder thicket in the direction the turkeys had fled, I saw the mortally wounded turkey hunkered down in a stand of a spruce trees. I circled it until I had an opening to shoot through and dispatched it.
This bird should be a "good eater" and will be part of a game feast when our sons and their families visit over Thanksgiving.
It has been a great fall!
Topic: A Thanksgiving Guest (Read 863 times)
