Since getting home, I have hunted turkeys the last four days. The gobblers are all henned up; won't respond to calling other than gobbling their brains out. So, it was ambush time. A good flock has been heading into the same field every morning, and today they got close enough for a shot. The result is the jake in the picture. He was centerpunched, but as turkeys often do, he ran off, arrow out both sides, and being pecked and bothered by his buddies. They entered an open field, and I cut them off, finding him still alive but down. A second arrow finished the job. It felt good to be in the woods, turkeys and deer everywhere, and this one now in my freezer.
Topic: Good morning with the Morning Star (Read 613 times)
