I will shoot one out the truck window if need be so I would never judge how another man shoots a turkey.
I will shoot one out the truck window if need be so I would never judge how another man shoots a turkey.
I killed a big tom with a 1"x2" one time.
Worship the LORD, not HIS creation.
"No self respecting turkey hunter would pay $5 for a call that makes a good sound when he can buy a custom call for $80 and get the same sound."-NWiles
I'll burn em with fire, acres of it!
Low country redneck who moved north
I have an acquaintance shall we say, who has legitimately "harvested" over 1000 wild turkeys in his lifetime..
(not legally of course). His weapon of choice is a Savage Model 24. On the rare days he wants to hunt one, he uses the 20 gauge shotgun barrel. The days he wants to murder one, he uses the .22 Hornet barrel.. he murders a lot. Year round.
Just saying..
F**K Cancer
Just Damn.
The New Zeland limit used to be seven gobblers per day with a rifle. The videos looked like fun shooting them out of trees...
Who hasn't shot a Turkey with a rifle?
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When I was 13 my dad got laid off from the Uniroyal tire plant. As a kid mom and dad kept the serious talk from us so as far as I was concerned it was business as usual around the house. Dad went to work doing handyman stuff and odd jobs for people to help make ends meet. I had no concept of money at the time but according to my parents things were pretty damn bleak. I got kind of an idea of how serious things were when dad kept me home from school one day to go hunting. This wasn't a father son bonding moment. We needed meat and killing was our mission. My only instruction in the pre-dawn darkness was "Kill anything edible you can" and legalities were not discussed.
Daylight broke and the first critter to make an appearance was an average 8 point buck. Click, boom and down goes Frazier. I knew the general direction my dad had headed so I went that way to try and find him and let him know we had meat on the ground. In the process of making my way to him I busted a drove of turkeys and they took off running and flying into the trees and parts unknown. When the oak leaves settled I saw a lone turkey on a limb about 75 yards out. Braced against a white oak, I settled the crosshairs of my Naught Six at the base of the neck and squeezed off 180 grain core lokt. That turkey dropped like a sack of wet hair and I had successfully cut her, yes HER, throat with that round. Luck? Maybe but I hit where I was aiming.
Dad finally found me and we started making our way back to the truck. He was cool with the buck, a little uneasy about the turkey, scuse me, HEN turkey but figured we'd be okay. On the walk back to the truck I had to take a leak so I peeled off the pasture road a few yards and in mid stream saw two does (it was deer season but it weren't doe season) eating honey suckle on and old fence row just over the hill. I holstered one weapon, grabbed my other and click, boom down goes sally. Sally II stood there wondering what happened to her buddy right up until her lights went out too.
Dad; "What are you shooting at?!" Deer. Duh.
4 dead critters. One legal. And one head shot on a hen turkey with a rifle.
We had food for a good while but I can guarantee you that you couldn't have put a sewing needle up my dad's butt on that ride home he was so tense and nervous.
Morals of the story: Don't tell me to "rise, kill and eat" unless you damn well mean it. And when necessary I will limb whoop a turkey, hen or gobbler, with any available weapon.
So. Will I shoot a turkey with a rifle? You bet if I need to and won't give y'all's moral compass a moments thought.
The T-rad snitch is going to be busy. I shot mine because it was there...
So, the criplets aint never gonna go hangry?? Good deal , cuz I couldn't bear the thought of lil Lizbeth being undernourished.
F**K Cancer
Just Damn.
Can we bring T-radorion home now or what?
I approve that photo. God's pistol and a fine musical instrument.
F**K Cancer
Just Damn.
Oh for sure. That doesn't make us miss him any less...
Horrible bosses..
F**K Cancer
Just Damn.
i know of some gentlemen who were floating down the river (which is really code for shocking catfish) one night in a couple of Jon boats. It was a full moon and they could see a flock of turkeys roosted up in a tree fairly well silhouetted against the light of the moon. Never knew these fellas to go anywhere without a small arsenal. As they retold the story when the shooting stopped and the smoke cleared they had several croker sacks full of turkeys.
FWIW, most of these men have passed on now.
Last edited by Duck cutter; 06-05-2018 at 09:42 PM.
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