Success! & a close call.

We get to turkey ridge and Kyhl and I head to the field. Just about at the field I do my best bard owl hoot. Right away two toms gobble about one hundred and fifty yards away. This is going to get good I tell Kyhl. We make our way into the field and look for the best place to get set up. It is getting light out fast. I stick Wilma out in the field at fifteen yards and scramble back into the brush. Kyhl is set up just in front of me and to the right. He has a good view of the field. I get my bow all set up with my bow sticks and dig my calls out.
I grab my slate pot call and do a few yelps and clucks. They both gobble again. They know we are here.

I look at my clock and it is 5:45am. We sit quiet for about ten more minutes and I call again. This time nothing. I get a little down. My brain just starts running a mile a minute. Did we make to much noise getting set up? Did my calling spook them? Maybe someone else is in here? So many possibility. I was convinced that they were gone. I let what feels like and hour go by and I grab my call again. Again a few light yelps and a cluck or tow. They hammer right at the end of the field. My heard skips a beat and Kyhl said he can see them. Three! and they are running at us. The first bird in was a big hen.

 She ran right up to Wilma and started pecking and kicking the crap out of here. Then the two jakes came in. One in full strut and the other is quarter strut. I tell Kyhl to kill the one in full strut. But to wait a second and see if I could get a shot off with my bow. Now we have a hen and Two jakes at fifteen yards. Both jakes are in full strut. spitting and drumming. All three are very interested in Wilma. I wait for the toms to turn away so their tail feathers block their view of me and draw my bow. I line up my top pin on the closest tome and squeeze my release trigger.
I watch the arrow hit the bird and hear the sound of the hit. All hell breaks loose. The bird I shot starts flopping like crazy. I tell Kyhl to kill the other tom and he throws the safety off the mossburg and pulls the trigger. The tom is still standing! get him again I said as he takes two more shots. The smoke clears and we watch the tom and hen fly away. Talk about some excitement. I look back at my clock and it is only 6:02am

We gather our selves and head out to have a look at the aftermath. I walk up to my turkey and he is dead. Hop down on my knees and take a closer look. This is the first tom I have killed with a bow. I tag my bird and snap a few pics. Find my arrow about twenty yards past the turkey.  I stash the bird along the road so I can grab it on the way out and Khyl and Igo after the one that got away.

We head in the direction the tom flew and set up and call. Nothing. The temperature is starting to rise so I would like to get my bird taken care of before the temps get into the high seventies

 One more set up. a little farther down the logging road and set up. Call a few times and nothing. Back to the car we go.



 Kyle wanted to see the check station process and cleaning of the animal.

He came in at 14lbs and had a 3.5 inch double beard.