andrew
05-12-2008, 06:11 PM
Left Bellingham last Wednesday for the east side, hunted Thursday through Saturday with all three guys in our group getting a bird. I got mine on Friday morning; best day with regards to weather, but birds were quiet.
Got out around 8:30 let out a few calls and got a response that seemed to be well over a 1/2 mile away...started hiking and calling, however got no response. Quickly set up the decoys thinking that 'He' was moving towards us. Hung around for 30-40 minutes and broke for another spot closer to the initial response direction. Set up in this great alpine meadow looking downhill over sparse old growth ponderosa pines. Gave this spot 30 minutes and decided that Bob should hike back and grab the truck since we've not heard or seen anything for an hour and time was a waste'n! I told Sid "this looks to perfect and that I was going to sneak downhill 1/4 mile and give some calls." Made my way down the slope gave a few calls...nothing for 20 minutes. Heard Bob coming up the road so I turned to head up hill...walked within 50 yards of our setup and this little 'voice' inside my head said "look left!"...turned to look left and saw this dark object laying in 'very' sparse brush 8 yards away...thought for a split second funny spot for a chared stump...thats when I noticed the lavender head...then the tan terminal band forming an arc..."SHIT THAAAATS A TURKEY!" Just as this hit my brain I saw his eyes twitch! Dropped my call...clicked the safety off, started to draw my shotgun when he flushes downhill in a loud cackling, wing flapping, leg running burst! I squeeze first round...and winged him...he goes ass over tea kettle, and proceeds to run into the think brush on the side of the meadow...I hit him again just before he made it to the thick crap! A few moments later I was hauling my first Rio/turkey...18 pounds with a 9" beard! So my first Turkey was really like hunting pheasant...he sat there like a pheasant...low to the ground and still as a rock that is until he saw me raise my shotgun! So we concluded that I must have called him in after we decided to pickup since he was no more than 40 yards below where I was sitting prior to, and we would have easily seen him slide into that spot. He probably hunkered down because Sid was above him packing up the decoys, and then I just happened to come in below him (down wind)unexpectedly.
Now I just have to convince my wife that tag number two needs to be filled! I am definitely hooked...I still can't believe 3 days later that I "flushed" my first turkey...hell If I knew that was going to happen I would have had my modified or improved cylender choke in the barrel :thumb:
Got out around 8:30 let out a few calls and got a response that seemed to be well over a 1/2 mile away...started hiking and calling, however got no response. Quickly set up the decoys thinking that 'He' was moving towards us. Hung around for 30-40 minutes and broke for another spot closer to the initial response direction. Set up in this great alpine meadow looking downhill over sparse old growth ponderosa pines. Gave this spot 30 minutes and decided that Bob should hike back and grab the truck since we've not heard or seen anything for an hour and time was a waste'n! I told Sid "this looks to perfect and that I was going to sneak downhill 1/4 mile and give some calls." Made my way down the slope gave a few calls...nothing for 20 minutes. Heard Bob coming up the road so I turned to head up hill...walked within 50 yards of our setup and this little 'voice' inside my head said "look left!"...turned to look left and saw this dark object laying in 'very' sparse brush 8 yards away...thought for a split second funny spot for a chared stump...thats when I noticed the lavender head...then the tan terminal band forming an arc..."SHIT THAAAATS A TURKEY!" Just as this hit my brain I saw his eyes twitch! Dropped my call...clicked the safety off, started to draw my shotgun when he flushes downhill in a loud cackling, wing flapping, leg running burst! I squeeze first round...and winged him...he goes ass over tea kettle, and proceeds to run into the think brush on the side of the meadow...I hit him again just before he made it to the thick crap! A few moments later I was hauling my first Rio/turkey...18 pounds with a 9" beard! So my first Turkey was really like hunting pheasant...he sat there like a pheasant...low to the ground and still as a rock that is until he saw me raise my shotgun! So we concluded that I must have called him in after we decided to pickup since he was no more than 40 yards below where I was sitting prior to, and we would have easily seen him slide into that spot. He probably hunkered down because Sid was above him packing up the decoys, and then I just happened to come in below him (down wind)unexpectedly.
Now I just have to convince my wife that tag number two needs to be filled! I am definitely hooked...I still can't believe 3 days later that I "flushed" my first turkey...hell If I knew that was going to happen I would have had my modified or improved cylender choke in the barrel :thumb: