father/son smackdown
Son and I hunted saturday. I dont have many turkeys. We didnt hear poo at our first spot. Went to spot #2 and set up in woods for an hour or so. Decided to hit spot #3 around 845. Snuck in and set down. Let the woods calm a bit. I felt like I heard a far off gobble. About five minutes later, we both heard it. Started calling some. Long story short, things heated up quickly. Son is set on top of a dirt mound in the swamp. I am just leaning against a fallen tree to his left. Sooner or later, I hear him whisper "I see him." I am trying to find out where he is looking. Here comes jake #1. As it starts to get to about 40 yards, I am looking at connor and he is trying to tell me something. Remember, he is prone and pretty much 5 steps past my feet. He is trying to point over his right shoulder. Next thing I know, a red head appears right next to him behind the mound of dirt. Then, redhead #2....then #3. They are 3 steps from him. Three more jakes. The three amigos kind of push off the lone jake and move off in front of us about 40 steps. They are making turkey noises. I decided to mess with them a little...making all kinds of turkey noises and watching them gobble together. At this point, I told connor to try to get to his phone so we could film the silly jakes. So, he did. Now, they are in the cane thicket near us and you can see a couple of them sort of puffed up with their tail down just chilling. I could make them gobble at will. So, we are wondering what to do next when we hear another gobble, farther off. My first thought was jake #1 since it came from that direction. Then, I hear connor whispering "white heads, white heads coming". I am trying to look hard over my left shoulder without spooking the jake closest to us. I finally get a peak and see white heads and long beards coming. The two of them (3?) are in a line heading right towards the jakes. I told connor to shoot one if he could. I am easing around to my left behind the fallen tree, hoping to at least be able to watch the bird flop. I see two white heads coming and then BOOM and some more hell breaks loose. I look up to see a couple of jakes and one white head at 40 steps. I am not thinking straight but I reckoned connor missed since I dont see a dead turkey or hear one flopping. I shoot the gobbler with the 20ga (improved cylinder, mind you) and its starts to flopping. I am already figuring out how to give connor grief from missing as I run out to my bird. The first words out of his mouth? "You shot a jake, Dad." I am like "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" As I am heading out, I see his bird dead as a hammer behind some trees. He shot the THIRD gobbler that was in half strut. I shot the second one. The first one was the smallest of the three (and I passed him up at 30 steps the next morning for some fucking stupid reason).
Anyway, his had broken spurs. Weighed 17lb 12oz. Double beards, 10" and 2".
Mine was a two year old. 7.8s and 1" spurs. 9" beard. Weighed 17.
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Originally Posted by ecu1984
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