john59
<font color=navy>GOD BLESS <font color=red>AMERI
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A STORY, but not a fish tale, Us FISHERPEEPLES are good at that. Right, Frank, aka Born 2 Fish
Wandering around Penns Woods (PA) at 6:03AM last Saturday and trying to hustle up a date (Shhhh, don't tell DW), I looked like a dying bush.
At 71 years of age, dressed in Camo, carrying a firearm, my chances to find a date 'slim to non-existent'. Let me see if I can find a guy and not a gal.
I started up my HEN call (gotta sound like a gal to rustle up a guy), I gave 6 yelps on my old turkey call. Bygolly and bejeezus I received 3 spread out responses from different Gobblers, 200/250 yards away.
OH NOOOOOOOO ! ! ! This could be a problem. They know exactly where I am, and if they come to me, a good old fashion Irish donnybrook may break out between them. Outcome, NO DATE FOR ME.
I called twice more----theyre' still a comin'---What to do ? What to do ?
Avid turkey hunters will faint with what I did next. Two seemed interested, but one sounded excited and interested.
I proceeded to hit 20 rapid yelps (maybe 30) on the call. Two of the birds shutdown but the one I was concentrating on, Gobbled for close to a minute non-stop. THAT's MY DATE saying 'baby I'm the one for you'.
At 6:21AM I put my Tag on the biggest Wild Turkey I have ever harvested.
The anticipation, the calling, the response, blink or just slightly move at the wrong time and the game is over. I just hope I can to this when I am 91 or 101 etc. etc.
I have hunted Spring Gobblers in this stand of 4 trees for close to 40 years. Sorry, I can't tell you where they are. I may be there next year.
The picture does little justice on the size of the Gobbler. I just wish I had a better picture.
john
