From 2008: Last Day Turkey
I've been wanting to do this for awhile. Back before I started the blog, I would share my hunting tales within the Ohio Sportsman forum itself. It is getting harder and harder for me to find those posts from years back and there are a few that hold special meaning for me. So I thought I would transfer some of those tales over to my blog. While I'm impatiently waiting for the 2016 turkey season to begin, it seems appropriate to start with a turkey story. The first one is one of my favorite turkey hunts to remember. The hunt took place on the last day of the 2008 season and I was determined to get a turkey. I sat through pouring rain under a port-a-roof umbrella for 3 1/2 hours until the rain stopped, the sun came out and well, I'll let you read the story.
The story has been copied and pasted into this blog with no changes or editions. From May 18, 2008:
This is the way to finish a season
Well, it's been a LONG season. Lots of ups and downs and over 60 hours in the field for me. I do have to say that even though I am extremely tired, I am sorry to see it all end. Here is my story from the last day.
The plan was to head back to my homemade ground blind on my farm and spend the whole morning there. This is where I missed two gobblers last Sunday and my husband shot his gobbler this past Tuesday. The blind is situated on the edge of the woods looking over last year's picked corn field. Last night, there were two strutters out in the area so I hoped they would be there today.
Left the house at 5am and got to the blind just before 5:30am. Then it started to rain. I brought along my porta-roof camo umbrella and set up. Then it rained harder. Couldn't hear much of anything but rain. At 6:45am the rain let up for about 5 minutes and I thought I heard a gobble from the neighbor's field to my left. Then it rained harder and I couldn't hear anything again. The rain let up again at 7:30am and now I definitely hear a gobble. Got my slate call out of the plastic bag and yelp a couple times. Everything is so wet and damp and the sound out of the call sucks, but the gobbler answered. Put the call back in the bag and waited. Gobbler getting closer in front of me and off to my left. Now the rain starts again and I can't hear anything. All of a sudden there is loud clucking behind me. Darn bird snuck in from behind (in the woods) instead of using the field. Couldn't do anything but let him leave and besides I couldn't hear anything because, uh, did I mention it was raining!
9am: the rain finally subsides to a drizzle. I get my call out and yelp again. 5 minutes later I see a hen pop into the field to my right. A few minutes later here comes a gobbler in tow. They spend the next 30 minutes working away from me and then a second gobbler joins in. Now the hen has turned and is working in my direction. Instead of working through the field in front of me, she heads back into the woods about 20 yards to my right and angles directly behind me. Somehow I have to get turned, but the hen is now 15 feet from the tree I am sitting against. I built the blind to shield me from the field view, but the backside is all open and the tree I am sitting against is not very big. The two gobblers in the field are out in the field too far, but they are in view through one of my shooting lanes. I am stuck. If I don't get turned, I will have no shot. Finally the gobblers get close enough to edge of the woods that they are blocked from my view. The hen has moved off only a little, but I HAVE to move NOW. I know she will see me, but here goes nothing. I shift around to my right and the hen starts clucking. Not totally spooked, but something ain't right clucking. She quickly exits through the woods off to my right clucking the whole way. At least I am turned some. Gobbler #1 enters the woods and follows the hen, but he is too far out and in some thick stuff. Where is gobbler #2? Finally I spy a bit of movement working along the edge of the field toward my shooting lane. My gun is up and the gobbler walks right to my gun. The rest is history. My 870 20 gauge does its job at about 20-25 yards. Hardly even flopped at all. 9:54am.
Just like TheCream, as I was finishing up and walking back to the house, the sun came out. From raining cats and dogs to blue sky. So my pictures are in the sun too. Oh the stats: 20 lbs, 8 inch beard, 1 1/8 inch spurs.
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