|Freddy McGuire (Vaturkey)
|Posted on Thursday, November 04, 2004 - 11:04 am: |
This story was passed on to me from Ed and I thought I would post it...
"The turkey was roosted by Earl on Friday evening along with several hens beside a 6 acre field he had been strutting in. In the words of Tom Kelley he gave Tyler the turkey. I went the next morning Sat. May 1 to hopefully help Tyler kill it. There was one very vocal hen with this bird who would call loud and long to you all the while leaving so we decided no decoy and little calling. We left early enough to cros the field in pitch dark so as not to be seen. We set up just off the field both of us beside the same large tree so I could talk to him. I had stressed to Tyler our only hope was to get the hens to come to us. At 5:50 he gobbled on his own about 125 yards from us. I could hear him spitting every few seconds. At 6:10 he gobbled again. Since it was fly down time I called very softly. He answered instantly and flew down. I called again as fast and excited as I could and still keep it soft.. He double gobbled and then all was silent for about 5 minutes. Then I began to hear him spitting again so I knew he was getting closer. Then I glimpsed him about 50 yards away on the edge of the field. He gobbeld again and the loud hen started to calling down where he had just left from. I fought off the urge to call and just sat tight. About then I saw Tyler push a limb up on top of his head. The bird was coming on now walking and strutting straight in. He stopped and gobbled at about 35 yards and then stood tall and looked right at us. I whispered shoot. But all he did was aim and he continued our way. By then Tyler was breathing like he had run a race and I am thinking he shot and killed one last year at age 11 so whats happening now. At 20 yards or so he stuck his neck straight out and gobbled again. Tyler later told he looked mean then. Again I whispered shoot. The turkey resumed his march and now I am thinking if he shoots now we will have a clean miss at this distance. At 14 steps he stops and Tyler shot and killed him. It turned out that the limb he had pushed up on his head had fallen when he started to aim and he could not see the barrel or fibre optic sights until he finally moved to the left far enough to clear. Why he left those hens or how Tyler managed to hit his head with him so close I have no idea. As we went out to get him the hens were in the end of the field about 150 yards away. As we started to pick him up Tyler said granddaddy I don't know how he didn't hear my heart beating. I thought when it does not do this we may as well stop. He weighed 19 lbs. 6 oz. had 11 1/4 beard and 1 in. spurs and was the highlight of my season."
Great story Ed and thanks for sharing with us!
|Posted on Thursday, November 04, 2004 - 11:46 am: |
one of those hunts that makes for a lifetime of memeories for three generations....
|Posted on Thursday, November 04, 2004 - 1:41 pm: |
Awesome.. Man I wish it was April..
These four legged chases just aren't the same.. and I just can't get into the Fall turkey either..
Spoiled I guess.. nothing like hearing them Rattle the Timber..
|Posted on Thursday, November 04, 2004 - 4:14 pm: |
CONGRADS!!!!!... sounds like a plan came together!!
|Posted on Friday, November 05, 2004 - 9:38 am: |
Nice story. Memories in the making.
|Posted on Monday, November 08, 2004 - 11:13 am: |
Job well done. It's all about passing it on. Congrats to all.
|Posted on Tuesday, November 09, 2004 - 6:14 pm: |
congrats on a fine gobbler and glad you shared it with us cant wait until this spring!!