The Gobbling Tom Turkey
As we made our way around, we set up at the top of the ridge in the direction that the tom was moving. We were three ridges away. Yelp yelp- gobble gobble.
The turkey came over the first ridge still headed our way. Yelp yelp-gobble, gobble, gobble. Two ridges and closing. Yelp-gobble, gobble, gobble. The tom was at the bottom of our ridge. Yelp-gobble, gobble. He was cutting us off in mid yelp with explosive gobbles.
As the tom made his way up our ridge, we were both focused as there was quite a bit of under growth giving tom plenty of cover. The tom started towards me and then towards my brother, back and forth for fifteen minutes. Yelp, yelp, gobble, gobble, gobble. Bang.
My brother. 7:15am. 19 pounds, 10.5 inch beard, 1 inch spurs. My heart is still pounding. Sometimes it just works out.
