That night was festive as ye shall hear. Spotted catfish, wine and stories. Joey and Ryan (Nicks youngest son) also did some serious turkey decoy fabrication. He managed to take two decoys worth about a hundy and turn them into well,you decide. He recreated some type of turkey visual obscenity and took poor Ry along as he was the material man. Bailing wire: check. Sharp knife: check. Drill: check. It was a mad scientist at work with an innocent young man as an accomplice. The end result was a thing of beauty. Evil scientist, no way. Pure genius. This had to work. Patten pending, I give you the Decoy to make grown men blush.
*Moves with the wind
I will let Joey give you the turkey tally...and perhaps design plans for version 1.1. The next morning was more attempts by me to find a bird that liked my decoys. I sat some in my ghilli. I sat some in blinds. I pouted some and enjoyed the success of others. It didn't seem to be in the cards. After losing my first tom in 5 years last week in IL to a low arrow and the coyotes I got a little bummed. Nick kept me in the game, letting me stalk and move or sit blinds but for some reason it was tough. I decided to cook my dish for the guys and end my hunt early, drink some fine red wine and soak up a Kip story or two.
Nick bailed me out when he spotted some strutters heading to a blind he had set up. I grabbed my gear and piled in his rig. Before we got there we spotted a lone tom heading to a strutting area to hit before roosting. I bailed out, kicked off my boots and eased into position near the farm equipment and a barn. I got spotted but it was too late for him. An arrow was gone and it hit him mid-ship, maybe a little low. He did a summer-salut, made it to his feet and a few yards before he stalled out. I put another arrow in the boiler room after my follow up missed the spot I wanted. I was so excited I flubbed the first one.
So, after all of this: bad shots, long sits, blown stalks, unraveled string trackers, good Bulls, bad horses and badgers (hey we don't need no stinking badgers)...I had a beautiful tom! Unconventional but I will take it.
*Beauty of a bird
*In situ, Mag Handle same year as my wife (74). Still looking good like her!