Quoted:
Redemption!
21 lbs, 12 oz.
1 1/8" spurs
10.0" beard
17 yards, 870, 3" 1 3/4 oz. Winchester #5 copper-plated shot.
Started hunting this bird at 5 pm yesterday; he started gobbling in the field across the pond and gobbled every 5-10 minutes until after 8. We can only hunt until noon the first 3 weeks of the season, so I had to wait until this morning. With all the gobbling last night I had his roost pegged.
Got set up about 5:40 am this morning. Heard my first gobble at 5:56; this guy's first gobble was at 6:09. Heard the most gobbling I've ever heard this morning, at least 8 birds and maybe a few more all in the vicinity. All of 'em fired up; roosted in a few singles and a doubles and triples.
This bird gobbled on the roost until about 6:30 and then flew down. He poked around, out of view, gobbling, as I softly clucked and gave a few yelps.
I've got my gun aimed at what I expect to be the likely approach, and wait. Gobbling stops, and I'm thinking he's coming in, but still don't see him. All of a sudden, about 45 degrees off my aim, I see this shape that I honest to God said to myself "That's a hog!". Now, understand, we don't have hogs here. Never have. No idea WHY "hog" ran through my mind, but there it is.
I quickly realize it's no hog (duh!), it's 'Ol Tom in full strut! Now, remember, I'm 45 degrees off where I need to be. With his approach from this new direction I'm basically visible. I'm thinking how the heck can I get my gun around on him with getting made and having a repeat of yesterday. He keeps coming in, awfully interested in my decoy, all puffed up and spitting and drumming. He struts up to the decoy, kind of walks around it, turns, and tries to mount it! Figure this is my chance, swing the shotgun over, and drop the hammer. Dead. Right. There. No flopping, hammered hard, at 7:00 am. 17 yards.
What a morning!
(Oh, and that decoy in the background? NOT my hunting decoy. Some folks have lawn jockeys, we have yard decoys).
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