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So tomorrow is my last hurrah at a bird that's been taunting me for years. Definitely the head honcho of the woods. 

 

In the last few years I've almost killed him numerous times

 

Had him coming hard double gobbling along with a 2 yr old. The 2 yr old beat him to me. 2 yr old went quiet (tired of getting his butt whooped I'm sure) and snuck in behind me and all I heard was him puff up and then alarm putt. Big boy was soon not closing the last 100 yards to me. I smoked the 2 yr old days later that strutted to my deke without a gobble. 

 

Had him "almost" crest the knoll at 15 yards from me. All I could see was top of tail and half his head. I should have scratched in the leaves to get him to come up the last few feet. 

 

Had him coming until I looked at watch 11:45 and no time for him to close the gap. Snuck out of the woods. 

 

Had him at 70 yards with a hen for an hour. He had two options. Come right by us or enter the woods. He chose enter the woods as my deke wouldn't walk to him as he had closed the gap for her already.

 

Busted me relieving myself of Tim Horton's coffee as he came in silent (same day as above) Had other birds ripping off aways so I figured it was a safe time to pee, not !

 

After gobbling 93 times on roost I had him coming an hour later. See his head popping thru the field. He gets to about 100 yards and stops gobbling. I only soft purred once he was inside 150. Thru the brambles I can't see him. Poof he disappears. When it's time to get out of the woods I walk out to my DSD hen decoy. "What the heck" The DSD index card that was in camo bag had gotten wet and completely wrapped around her head. It looked like she was wearing a babushka. I couldn't have purposefully wrapped her up any better. Looked like she was ready to go play bingo in Cheektowaga. I literally laughed. 

 

Yesterday the yotes were directly where he has been roosting at 5 am. About 150 yards from me. I can't get any closer as it's posted. He eventually starts ripping at 8:30 or so. Never heard him fly down. I know his patterns and know he'll end up coming my way. He committed and he's coming. Gun up and figure he should be 125 or so and it starts pouring and it's completely sunny out. He shuts down not to be heard from again. 

 

Maybe tomorrow is my day

 

 

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So tomorrow is my last hurrah at a bird that's been taunting me for years. Definitely the head honcho of the woods. 

 

In the last few years I've almost killed him numerous times

 

Had him coming hard double gobbling along with a 2 yr old. The 2 yr old beat him to me. 2 yr old went quiet (tired of getting his butt whooped I'm sure) and snuck in behind me and all I heard was him puff up and then alarm putt. Big boy was soon not closing the last 100 yards to me. I smoked the 2 yr old days later that strutted to my deke without a gobble. 

 

Had him "almost" crest the knoll at 15 yards from me. All I could see was top of tail and half his head. I should have scratched in the leaves to get him to come up the last few feet. 

 

Had him coming until I looked at watch 11:45 and no time for him to close the gap. Snuck out of the woods. 

 

Had him at 70 yards with a hen for an hour. He had two options. Come right by us or enter the woods. He chose enter the woods as my deke wouldn't walk to him as he had closed the gap for her already.

 

Busted me relieving myself of Tim Horton's coffee as he came in silent (same day as above) Had other birds ripping off aways so I figured it was a safe time to pee, not !

 

After gobbling 93 times on roost I had him coming an hour later. See his head popping thru the field. He gets to about 100 yards and stops gobbling. I only soft purred once he was inside 150. Thru the brambles I can't see him. Poof he disappears. When it's time to get out of the woods I walk out to my DSD hen decoy. "What the heck" The DSD index card that was in camo bag had gotten wet and completely wrapped around her head. It looked like she was wearing a babushka. I couldn't have purposefully wrapped her up any better. Looked like she was ready to go play bingo in Cheektowaga. I literally laughed. 

 

Yesterday the yotes were directly where he has been roosting at 5 am. About 150 yards from me. I can't get any closer as it's posted. He eventually starts ripping at 8:30 or so. Never heard him fly down. I know his patterns and know he'll end up coming my way. He committed and he's coming. Gun up and figure he should be 125 or so and it starts pouring and it's completely sunny out. He shuts down not to be heard from again. 

 

Maybe tomorrow is my day

 

This is what it is ALL about.  Right now you might not seem fortunate but if you do (or don't) kill that gobbler he will remain etched in your mind for a long time.  I have hunted a few like that, killed some but didn't kill others.  Yet.....................

 

 

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Lawdwaz,

 

Exactly !! Actually watched a Turkey Thugs episode the other night. They all were asked if there was ever a bird they couldn't kill and simply gave up on. They all commented "yes"  Mind you I don't have anywhere the experience nor turkeys these guys do but I'm not giving up on this one. This bird has given me so many memories that I'll actually feel sad and happy at the same time if I finally tip him over

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I just smoked my nemesis bird. Huge hooks. Pics in a bit.

 

If he is really special, do something special with him. 

 

Some years ago I had a bird like this that I hunted very hard.  He and I messed around for the better part of two weeks.  The hours I spent sitting, the miles I drove back and forth, the lost sleep, the mosquito's that were killed, the property lines crossed :O etc. before I tripped the trigger took a heavy toll.  That bird was killed the second last day or the season in Arcade around 11:00am when his lone hen finally hit the nest. 

 

I called my taxi dude Bernie Seitz and told him he had to do one of those mounts with the feathers/cape on the back-neck and tail.  It hangs in the stairwell to my basement and is a great reminder to that bird and that day.  It ain't  much to look at but the best part of it is in my mind......................

 

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Here is a shot of two tail fans from birds I shot more than 25 years ago.  Mounted by me and they look like it too.  They are at the bottom of the stairwell mounted on cabinet doors.....................

 

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Congrats on getting your bird today!!

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7 th day hunting. Killed a 2 yr old opening day. Hunted 3 days with 11 yr old daughter in tow. Hunted Monday Tuesday and today solo. Really wish she could have been there today. Got up at 3 am , made my hour drive dodging deer and critters as usual. Climbed ball breaker mountain and sitting by 4:45. Bird gobbles right where he should as has for years at about 5:45. Does his usual little head east for a little bit, comes back and ends up where he started. I 3 note yelp, and soft. He's about 300 yards out. Immediately rips. Let him gobble a few more times. 2 soft purrs, hits me again. Can tell he's facing me now and on a string. Wait a few more gobbles, three note yelp with a purr, cuts off my call. He's now inside 150 and hammering. I threw him one last purr on the side of my leg. Of course I'm facing the wrong way. I'm covering the field but he's coming hardwoods. I can see him strutting and his multicolored head at 100 yards thru the trees. As he goes behind a few trees I slowly adjust( I'm a right handed shot) and scratch in the leaves behind me with my foot knowing I'm going to make a little noise and why not sound like a hen scratching while doing it. He's at about 40 yards. Heard my scratching, I've got the 1187 shouldered against my tree. As he heard me scratch he let her rip, comes out of strut and is looking for this so called hen he desires. Circle x on his noggin I squeezed off my shot. The payload of heavi mag blends smashed him hard. Barely any flapping as I run out to him. 39 yards. This is my brothers property which is for sale and may be the last time I get to hunt it. Think it's the 9th or 10th bird I've taken from sitting next to that same tree. After tagging the bird I sat in the woods for a good half hour pondering life, about how I just took the life of the King bird, and soaking everything in. I feel like I knew I would by finally getting him today after many close calls over the years. Happy and sad.

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Wasn't able to print the official cards before heading out opening day so I'm unofficial in the contest. However for fun here are both stats:

 

18.25 pounds

6.5" beard

.5 " spurs

 

19.5 pounds

9.5 " first brush beard

7 " second whisp beard

1 and 3/16ths spurs

 

Just for fun could you score unofficially for me?   Thanks

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