Friday afternoon, Wizard and I headed out for some turkey hunting. There was hurricane force winds the whole time, which made my guerrilla warfare style of hunting turkeys completely useless. This morning we were cruising back to camp and spotted some turkeys out of the corner of my eye. Two gobblers and either a hen or another small gobbler. I parked over the hill about 1/4 mile away and we sneaked our way back. I popped over the hill, and this guy was about 30 yards away, so I sent some #4 shot his way, blowing apart its right wing and sending it on a full speed run for its life. I was in hot pursuit as fast as my legs can go, which is actually pretty fast, and caught up with him in a plum thicket. A second shot while we were both running nearly ripped its left wing off. Its mass of useless wings made it get stuck in the thicket, so the third shell was carefully aimed and placed perfectly into its skull.
Not the biggest one out there, but its the biggest turkey I've ever killed, and I got it on public land. Weighed at least 20-ish pounds, 10" beard and had 3/4" spurs.
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Not the biggest one out there, but its the biggest turkey I've ever killed, and I got it on public land. Weighed at least 20-ish pounds, 10" beard and had 3/4" spurs.
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