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The Turkey Roost

Several days into the turkey hunting season, my brother and I roosted a nice gobbler just before dark. The next morning we awoke with much excitement as we always do. This morning was a little bit better because we knew where the turkey was.

We made our way to the location just before daylight. We made very little noise and set up just as planned. As the sun came up, we were about fifty yards from where we had seen the gobbler the evening before.

We glanced up into the trees with our binoculars and sure enough, there the gobbler was just a roosting away. We made a couple of soft yelps from the old mouth call just to let the gobbler know that we were there. The gobbler responded with several gobbles. Everything was just fine, or so we thought.

The sun kept rising, we kept yelping, the turkey kept gobbling. Still sitting in the tree. 7:00 am, 7:30 am, 8:00 am, soft yelps, gobble-gobble, still on the roost. 8:30 am, 9:00 am, still in the tree. Although we managed to find humor in the situation, we were both a little dumbfounded.

I decided to crawl away from the turkey, thinking the gobbler might fly down after the yelping started to leave him. I moved about seventy five yards away, still in the tree. One hundred yards away, still in the tree. One hundred fifty yards away, still in the tree.

By this time its 10:00 am and I made my way back to where my brother was. He is pretty much in tears from laughing so hard. He whispers over to me, “apparently Mr. Tom ain’t coming off the roost today.” Of course now we are both laughing.

Now 12:00 noon is the close of the day where we were hunting and now its 10:45 am, so we need a new plan. My brother is going to circle around the turkey and approach from behind. I’m going to maintain my position but crawl in a little closer.

I get within thirty yards of the turkey and stop. Meanwhile, my brother is taking a long slow approach from behind. He gets within thirty yards of the gobbler and stops. Now we are both well within shotgun range of the gobbler but we don’t shoot turkeys off the roost.

At 11:30 am, I stand up and slowly walk towards the gobbler. Finally the gobbler flies down, just over the head of my brother. Just as the gobblers feet hit the ground, my brother ended the hunt.

Now this turned out to be one of those strange but extremely funny days in the turkey woods. We have never known a turkey to stay on the roost that long before or since. 19 pounds, 10 inch beard, 1 inch spurs.

 

Missing Deer and Grinning.

During the early part of deer hunting season, we had been watching a bunch of deer working a bean field every evening. We decided to set up our stands on the far left corner where the deer seemed to hang around the most. The next day, I placed two lock on deer stands in trees about fifty yards apart. Both stands near the corner of the field facing each other.

That afternoon, my brother and I arrived at the deer stands in hopes of harvesting a few does. As the evening set in, we began hearing a deer walking from the woods towards the bean field. The deer walked out in between us just as predicted.

As I watched the deer in the field, I anticipated a shot from my brothers bow at any moment. And as if on cue, I heard the thump of the compound bow. I then watched and heard the arrow fly just over the top of the deers back. Tink, tink, tink, was the sound of the arrow bouncing off the beans.

A smile came across my face as I had just watched my brother miss. The deer however, simply took a few steps and went back to feeding. About a minute later, I again heard the thump of the bow. I watched as the second arrow flew over the top of the deers back. Down through the beans the arrow went. The deer looked around and went back to feeding.

Now I’m sitting in the tree doing all I can to keep from laughing out loud. About another minute goes by and sure enough, I hear the bow thump again. And again the arrow goes over the back of the deer.

The deer finally decides that something wasn’t right and moves away from my brothers shooting hole. I now have tears coming out from laughing so hard.

The deer then makes a turn and starts walking towards me. And wouldn’t you know it, the deer heads straight towards my shooting lane.

As I drew my bow back, I have to admit there was a little bit of a feeling of pressure on me. I took my time, breathed, aimed, and released the arrow. You already know what happened. Down through the beans the arrow went just over top of the deer. That’s four misses if you are keeping track.

The deer took a couple steps never even raising its head. I decided to try one more shot. This time the shot was perfect and the harvest was successful.

My brother and I both got a good laugh out of the experience and it remains as a fond memory.

 

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