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Her Verison of THE HUNT
After finding a good spot to set up all tucked away in some vines on the fencerow, she eased back into the relaxed mode. Slipping out of her hunting boots, she put her socked feet up on a stool and leaned back in her camo seat. Pulling a book out of her backpack, she begin to read. Now folks, I have NEVER done this and think it is hilarious, that someone would spend time on stand, claiming to be hunting but catching up on their reading.
Anyway, after a couple hours, she heard them coming across the creek just over the fencerow. She quietly eased her gun into firing position only to have the bird slip back into cover and go futher down the fencerow before finally making a grand appearance. Her gun tangled in vines had to be moved again, but she succeeded in getting it beaded right on that old gobbler's white head. wait! behind him, came another gobbler. Which did she want? Ah heck, just take the one closest to me, she thought and eased the safety off the shotgun.
I, sitting about 250 yards down the field, jumped as the roar of the shotgun echoed down to me. I stood quickly and looked her way to see two birds flying up into near by trees. Then I see her....she is jumping up and down on the turkey.....NO,,,,,she is dancing a jig! I could barely make out exactly what she was doing, but she later told me that is what she did. Rising her clenched fist up in the air, she went round and round a couple times. Then flapped her arms like wings. I thought she had seen me standing there way up the field and she was waving to me....but no. she was dancing!
And she had a right to dance. As the tom she shot turned out to be her biggest ever. Gosh I was tickled I had been with her on this hunt. I will never forget watching a successful huntress doing her little jig.
Other turkey hunts
I spent most of last season turkey hunting alone. I had done some prescouting with a friend or two, but when it came time to hunt, we all had different ways to go.
I chased a dang gobbler all over deer camp, spent more on gas than it would have took to college educate that bird and he still outsmarted me. BUT , there is always next season!
I had hens eyeball to eyeball with me. I had toms that would gobble at the sunrise and clam up once they flew down.
I almost had a snake crawl up my back. I bout peed my pants on that one!
I had jakes bust me with the slightest of movements. And gobblers avoid me like the plagque.
But all in all, I sure love this new sport called turkey hunting.
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