Limb Chicken
Active Member
It is truly a blessing to be able to spend as much time with my father as I do. We live close and spend a lot of time together. He has taught me about hunting and fishing and life in general. Turkey hunting is one of those things that we really enjoy doing together and have some really good memories afield. The last two years Cese has had a rough time with misses. He is normally a crack shot but buck fever has got the best of him lately...
Second season started out slow and wasn't looking real good with the conditions and the birds were just not responding, or if they would they would look at our set up and turn and walk away. He was kinda bummed because we hunted hard Friday - Sunday and never had anything close. I asked him if he wanted to go out Tuesday for one last shot, he himmed and hawwed and I said well I am going whether you are or not so I will drive by and if your up fine... If not I am headed out... Same crap he used to put on me...
The morning started out familiar with birds in the same area and pitching down and going quiet. We had one bird that seemed somewhat interested but was a good 300 yards away and I had my doubts. Dad started to nod off and I was staring into space when I heard the distinct sound of spitting and drumming and it was close... Shaking the blind close... So I had to try to wake the giant without a big commotion and managed that as the sound of the drumming got even closer. I finally saw him and he was no more then 7 or 8 steps away from the blind on a straight line to "Uncle Rico and Ugly Betty". I just wanted Dad to get one under his belt again so I didn't even fool with the camera. He shouldered the gun and the sling got caught on the arm of the ginormous chair he has to bring to sit in... I was just about ready to pull it off of the arm when the gun went off and the bird lay motionless... I was about as excited as I was when he shot his first bird and two years of frustration was lifted off his shoulders with a hawg of a bird. 8:15 am and we were high fivin! Congrats Dad!
26 lbs
11
1.25
1.25
Second season started out slow and wasn't looking real good with the conditions and the birds were just not responding, or if they would they would look at our set up and turn and walk away. He was kinda bummed because we hunted hard Friday - Sunday and never had anything close. I asked him if he wanted to go out Tuesday for one last shot, he himmed and hawwed and I said well I am going whether you are or not so I will drive by and if your up fine... If not I am headed out... Same crap he used to put on me...
The morning started out familiar with birds in the same area and pitching down and going quiet. We had one bird that seemed somewhat interested but was a good 300 yards away and I had my doubts. Dad started to nod off and I was staring into space when I heard the distinct sound of spitting and drumming and it was close... Shaking the blind close... So I had to try to wake the giant without a big commotion and managed that as the sound of the drumming got even closer. I finally saw him and he was no more then 7 or 8 steps away from the blind on a straight line to "Uncle Rico and Ugly Betty". I just wanted Dad to get one under his belt again so I didn't even fool with the camera. He shouldered the gun and the sling got caught on the arm of the ginormous chair he has to bring to sit in... I was just about ready to pull it off of the arm when the gun went off and the bird lay motionless... I was about as excited as I was when he shot his first bird and two years of frustration was lifted off his shoulders with a hawg of a bird. 8:15 am and we were high fivin! Congrats Dad!
26 lbs
11
1.25
1.25
