Saturday night was tough to sleep because I was so fricken pumped up!
4 AM came around, grabbed my coffee, and went out extra early.
I didn't exactly know where the birds were and the moon was out pretty bright, so I had to get a little silly.
I was afraid they would see me coming in and setting up, so about 150 yards out I set up my pop up blind, got inside with my gear, lifted it, and moved in closer....
In my mind I was ok with looking like a cow verse something unknown.
I got about 50 yards to the timber line, set up my jake, and then backed up 10 yards.
Around 6:30 the birds started firing off. They were further down than I had hoped, but they were still close enough.
At around 7 I saw birds coming into the field..... they were about 100 yards off.
I started calling, they would respond, but just hung out. Then the hens showed up.... DOH!
I started calling and a hen started responding. I decided to start mimicking her and you know what? It worked!
She started coming in close to me with the gobblers in tow.
If she talked, I did the same thing louder. Then as she got closer I started cutting her off.
They came in to about 70 yards, but then they stopped.
I'm not sure if it's because I didn't have a hen decoy out or something, but they turned a different direction and went out into a corn field.
I was in a small little bowl so every now and then I could see them up higher in the field.
After about an hour of waiting I decided I needed to make a plan. It was Easter, I had a 12 hour drive ahead of me, and I missed my girls.....
So I told myself that I can either try for these birds and shoot one or try for these birds and spook them....
Regardless I'd be trying and then could get home!
In my pack I had what I called my "stealth kit" Shorts and a ghille suit.
I stripped down and put on the shorts and upper part of the suit, plus a facemask and gloves.
There was nice slope that I could use to my advantage to crawl up to the birds, then some brush and a telephone pole that I could use to pop up and get a look.
I crawled about 75 yards, popped up, and saw them well within range.
I popped the safety off, stood up, and shot the closest strutter. He was turned with his back to me and didn't fair so well to the 20 yard shot.....
WOOOHOOOOO!!!!!
I live for this kind of stuff. I was able to crawl up and shoot a VERY nice bird.
25lbs, 10" beard (two toned beard), and 1 1/4" spurs!
What an amazing experience! I love love love turkey hunting and I had such a great time.
I cleaned up the bird and blitzed home to my two beautiful girls.
I'm so lucky to have such an understanding wife who lets me continue to do my passion!