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    Season ending gobbler

    Congrats on another fine bird.
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    Illinois Long Beard

    Good looking bird. Congrats on a cold weather bird. I like the shadow pic. I did some of those in Hawaii this year
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    Turkeys are silent this spring?

    It’s been strange here in MS too
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    Opening Day Missouri

    Heck yeah good job Al. Congrats
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    Number 14

    Nice. Congrats.
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    We got it done

    Awesome. Congrats
  7. I’ll post the story after I get some sleep. 19.31lbs 12 5/16” beard 1 1/8” 1 1/4” spurs Truly blessed this morning. Talk about a great end to my MS season or lack there of. This season has been a depressing nightmare for me beings I’m working an outage, 6 12.5hr midnights a week. That only leaves me one morning a week that I can actually hunt normal, and the weather has been horrible on the few days I’ve been off. But I’ve walked a many a mile and found some great spots for next year on my mornings after I get off work. Birds having lock jaw sure didn’t help. I had a buddy ask me if I had any days off to hunt and I told him Monday would be my last day to hunt. He asked if I wanted to come with him that he has been on a bird the day before. I said heck yes if I can hear a bird gobble that would be a great ending to my season. We met up around 4:15 and made the drive to our hunting area. He said where we were gonna set up that we would be really tight in on the bird if he roosted in the same area he has been all year. As daylight started to break he sounded off not 80yds from where I was setting. He gobbled about every 45-60seconds for what seemed like 20minutes until it got light enough for flydown. He dropped out of the tree with a few hens and started working up the ridge away from us. My buddy started calling behind me and the bird would answer but kept getting farther and farther away. Once he got out of hearing we decided to move to another location side getting ahead of him would be near impossible. Just as we get to the truck he sounds off and he’s in a spot we know. We are wanting to set up on a old path leading to to the ridge where he last was. As we’re walking my buddy says if he gobbled far away he will take off in the opposite direction calling in hopes of bringing him in closer. As we’re getting close to where we want to be he gobbled about 70yds away and I hit the tree I wanted and my buddy sets up on the tree between me and the bird. I look at him and he points down in another direction. He thought the bird was flanking us, he couldn’t tell where he was. Once he realized he was on the end of the path as the bird he had to slide around the tree to get lined up the right way. We swapped rolls and I started calling and scratching the leaves and the bird gobbles. He goes goes quite on us and after about 15min I wanted to try to slip farther down the road away from him calling along the way. I scratched in the leaves one last time and he gobbles 40yds away. I start watching my buddy as he aims left handed and then a hen steps out at about 3yds from him. She looks around and clams back down and then my buddy shoots. I look around the tree to see a bird run and take flight, as he flies through the treetops I see my buddy trying to get his gun back right handed and I picked my gun up off my lap and rolled him as he passed by. As soon as he hits the ground my buddy’s said good gosh what a shot and runs out to him. Then I hear my gosh what a beard and spurs. We’re looking at the bird and he’s looking at his head for any sign of a hit, there was one small nick on his neck either from a pellet or a limb. I finally said well I gotta ask, who’s bird is he? He says well it’s obvious if you hadn’t shot he would be long gone and doesn’t look like I hurt him at all so he’s yours. My reply was I’m not gonna argue either way with the season I’ve had but THANK YOU!!! For a great hunt with a wild ending. I didn’t dig around in the cavity but I believe my wad was in him and I did retrieve about 1/2oz of shot out of the hole I put in him. The good Lord really blessed me with a perfect ending to a rough season. That’s a wrap for my MS season 2 fine birds.
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    Pickle slams a (another) good one !!!!

    That’s awesome. Huge congrats. That smile says it all
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    The Milestone Gobbler

    Huge congrats on your milestone bird Al. I love to watch them too my only issue with that is every second that goes by means my heartbeat get faster and faster and my gun barrel gets to shaking pretty bad. Lol. Good job
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    #2 Big Island Bird

    not sure how to edit but here is a little more Hawaii 2018 March 18, 2018 Reid and Myself decide to split up to cover more ground and hopefully find a willing bird. As it turns out the bird I was hoping to hunt was nowhere to be found but I did hear a bird past the water feeder and below the road so after 4 gobbles I take off after him. After going about 3\4 of a mile I finally got close to where he was and eased off into the rock filled hillside. As I got close to a ditch I got tripped up on lava rock and almost went down. Aggravated and tired I stopped to gather myself and the bird gobbles again and he’s close. I ease up some more and once again trip in the darkness. The next time the bird gobbles he sounds like he’s 1\2 a mile away, I figured I had bumped him but it was nothing I could have done so I just eased up the tree and after about 2 min he gobbled again but real close. He was turning on the limb but out there when the y turn away there is nothing for the sound to bounce off of so it sounds way off. I ease up a little farther and I see him in the tree and there is no easy way for me to get real close, so I eased off into the rock ditch and made my way to the next tree. I couldn’t go any farther without being in the wide open so I crawled to the base of the tree (soft purring and clucking as I went) and slid around the back side of it. As I looked where he was he was nowhere to be found and I knew I had just made to much noise, then I see him in another tree just looking around and half strutting. The small ridge he is on ends where he is and he's overlooking a bowl and can see literally over a 1/2 mile+ in any direction. He has the ultimate vantage point and even though they don’t have predators like we do here he’s not even thinking of flying down to the ground until he seen a hen under him. I make some soft calls and he gobbles and struts and looks as if he is about to pitch out of the tree in my lap. There is a runway like meadow with scattered scrub trees between me and him. It’s a perfect set up but he’s looking for the hen that keeps clucking and purring. If I had a decoy and could have somehow eased it out there I believe he would have landed on me. So the call gobble look goes on for what seems like forever and just when I think he is about to pitch out I hear a cluck on the other side of the thicket from him. He immediately turns on the limb and gobbles at the hen that he is now looking at and prepares to fly down. I know if he flies over the thicket to a hen it will be almost impossible to get him so as he squats to leave the limb I steady my dot on his head and just as he jumps I pull the trigger. Now he wasn’t on the roost anymore since he swapped trees so l see him as a smart ol’ limb hopper and proudly my second Hawaii volcano Bird. I’ve never shot a bird off the roost and I’ve had a few opportunities to but I’ll shoot one in the air if I have to and to me a limb hopping bird like this is almost impossible to kill since they won’t hit the ground until they see that live hen under them. I once hunted a bird when I was in high school for the entire season, he would light the woods up until the hens got to him. Finally I brought my dad to help me one morning and after he quit gobbling around 9 that morning we walked to see where he had roosted to try to figure him out a little better. Little did we know he was still in the tree. He pitched out of the tree and sailed through the timber and we both just stood there in awe and disbelief, He was a white gobbler or white phased and he was unbelievable looking. That was the one and only time he was ever seen, he disappeared into the timber like the ghost he was. Hawaii was one of the , if not the hardest places we’ve hunted to date but It was fun and I'll for sure go back.
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    #2 Big Island Bird

    Hawaii 2018 March 18, 2018 Reid and Myself decide to split up to cover more ground and hopefully find a willing bird. As it turns out the bird I was hoping to hunt was nowhere to be found but I did hear a bird past the water feeder and below the road so after 4 gobbles I take off after him. After going about 3\4 of a mile I finally got close to where he was and eased off into the rock filled hillside. As I got close to a ditch I got tripped up on lava rock and almost went down. Aggravated and tired I stopped to gather myself and the bird gobbles again and he’s close. I ease up some more and once again trip in the darkness. The next time the bird gobbles he sounds like he’s 1\2 a mile away, I figured I had bumped him but it was nothing I could have done so I just eased up the tree and after about 2 min he gobbled again but real close. He was turning on the limb but out there when the y turn away there is nothing for the sound to bounce off of so it sounds way off. I ease up a little farther and I see him in the tree and there is no easy way for me to get real close, so I eased off into the rock ditch and made my way to the next tree. I couldn’t go any farther without being in the wide open so I crawled to the base of the tree (soft purring and clucking as I went) and slid around the back side of it. As I looked where he was he was nowhere to be found and I knew I had just made to much noise, then I see him in another tree just looking around and half strutting. I make some soft calls and he gobbles and struts and looks as if he is about to pitch out of the tree in my lap. This goes on for what seems like forever and just when I think he is about to pitch out I hear a cluck on the other side of the thicket from him. He immediately turns on the limb and gobbles at the hen that he is now looking at and prepares to fly down. I know if he flies over the thicket to a hen it will be almost impossible to get him so as he squats to leave the limb I steady my dot on his head and just as he jumps I pull the trigger. Now he wasn’t on the roost anymore since he swapped trees so l count him as a limb hopper and proudly my second Hawaii volcano Bird. Hawaii was on of the if not the hardest places we’ve hunted to date but It was fun and ill for sure go back.
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    ALOHA!!!!

    Hawaii 2018 March 14,2018 We arrived to the big island in a rain storm on March 12. The next day we had to register our shotguns with the police station and get our turkey tags from the Wildlife department. After our morning of getting ready to hunt we made a quick scouting trip up to the mountain to see what it was going to be like and boy we had no idea. We found lots of tracks in the road and we did see one gobbler walking through and opening. We had an idea of where the birds would be the following morning. Wednesday morning greeted us with 68deg at the house by the beach 48deg raining white out on the mountain. Less than ideal conditions but we had to hunt with what we were given. We park the jeep and as day starts to break we can hear birds all over the place. While this is exciting understand you can hear a bird over a mile away, easy. We made our way to the closest bird which was up the mountain from where we were. Once we got close we set up and we could hear him drumming. He would gobble at our calls and just drum. We can’t see 30yds because of the clouds and this goes on for about 45 minutes. Bradley had to go back towards the truck and as he did so I called and the bird gobbled off to my right then Bradley called from a distance and he gobbled again farther up the mountain. I decided I had better make a more and started around the hill to try to get closer. As I walked up the hill I could see where the gobbler had been standing and gobbling the whole time, it was a big rock mound and it wasn’t 40yds away but we couldn’t even see it. I was calling as I eased up the side of the mountain and was looking for sign. I found some fresh tracks and droppings and knew I had to be close. I made a couple soft calls and walk a little higher. I call again and in the white out I see a hen step out from behind some brush up on the side of the hill, then I see the outline of a gobbler. As I get my gun up the clouds make his ghostly appearance disappear, in a bit a disbelief I just stayed on target looking and finally the clouds gave me a slight outline of the gobbler and I took the 25yd shot. I couldn’t believe it, I had taken my Hawaii bird in white out conditions it was crazy. I said my prayer and took some pics and then I hear Bradley hoot and I hoot back, it took us a little while to meet up. I shared the story with him then took some more pics, then we made our way done the mountain to the jeep.
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    Bird that drove me nuts last year is back

    So we get back from Hawaii around 10am and I clean my poor gun that has been getting rained on for a solid week. Then me and Caitlin sit down for a second and completely crash out. I had set my alarm for 12 but we finally got up around 1:30pm I got my fans and took them to Mr. Alans and told him all about our hunts and then we talked about birds that drove us crazy last year. From there I rode by and talked to Granny June until it got later in the day and I told her I needed to leave and go check some cameras we had put out before our trip. I get home and tell Caitlin that im going to go check the camera and she said she wanted to go too. She’s in her PJ’s (Oscar the grouch pj’s) so she throws on a jacket and her boots and I grab my gun and a call just in case. We get to the gate and while we are walking in I make a few soft calls but never hear anything which is expected. Once we got to the first camera I told her we would grab it on the way out and made a soft set of calls. We then walked to the last spot and picked up the camera and started out. When we made it back to the first camera I was standing in the road as she went to retrieve the camera. As im looking at some hen tracks I look up and around the curve comes the ghost I had been hunting all the prior year. There he is standing there looking and all in can do is look down at the ground in disbelief. He clucks a couple times and starts my way I couldn’t believe it, I slowly get one hand out of my pocket and ever so slightly motion for Caitlin to stay still and she finally sees me and locks up. Now the bird has closed the distance to about 50yds and I reach behind my back with the hand that I was motioning to her with and turn my scope on. I then ease it back to my side. The bird is hesitant but still not spooked. He actually starts pecking in the grass and when he did that I made a quick move and got my left hand around and on my forend of my shotgun. He looks around and keeps walking (the only thing I can figure is I must have blended enough with the grass and gravel spots for him not to make me out, and a lot of divine intervention) towards us. Now he is about 35yds and can start to see my wife and +3probably me because I’m shaking like crazy now. I ease my hand out of my right pocket and make my move constant and smooth and he stops and goes to take off and I squeeze the trigger and almost fall forward because I have forgotten to take the safety off. Then panic on both our parts sets in and I slap the safety off and make the shot before he disappears into the thick woods. I couldn’t believe it, I was so happy and Caitlin was in awe. She said it was so cool watching me and the bird. I believe that every bird has one day that you can get them on and that was his one day. Said a big prayer to the Lord and thanked him for everything he has done for me. Ill sleep better now that I don’t have to chase this big ol gobbler again this season. Cool thing was I called my taxidermist and was back at his house before it got dark. He couldn't believe it.
  14. Well what can I say other than it’s been a wild day. Got home from our trip this morning around 10 and decided to go check some trail cameras around 4:30 that Caitlin put out 3 weeks ago. I chased a bird almost everyday last year and never laid eyes on him. He would always show up a couple hours after I had to head in. He drove me crazy. Never would gobble or come to a call. I only would get pics of him walking the roads never strutting. Did some soft calling on my way in and after 30-45min passed look who decided to slip in and check things out. Cool thing was my wife got to watch the whole thing as she was pulling the last camera. Was wishing she was closer to me when it all went down so she could have gotten to take the shot. One of the craziest hunts I’ve ever been on. 21lbs 10 13/16” beard 1.25” spurs
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    #2 Big Island Bird

    These birds have been and are whooping us. Between them and the volcano and the 8300-9000ft elevation we are worn out. They are hen’d up something bad so that adds to it too. But we’ve had a really good time. Got my second bird his morning before the sun peaked over the mountains. I have ruined a pair of keen hiking boots on this rock. It’s a gorgeous place to hunt but it’s tough. I’ll share my story after we get back home. Here are some pics One of the Good Lords ways of looking out for me, it was like a bridge