|Posted by chris kittleson on April 18, 2013 at 7:20 PM|
It was Friday the 13th, my dad picked me up from school and we went up our field road but it started to rain. My grandpa told us there were a couple turkeys in one of the fields so we checked there, we saw two so we stalked them but by the time we got there they were gone. So we walked through the field to see if there were anymore but there weren’t. We used the fence row to sneak down to see if there were any there but there wasn’t, but we looked up on the hill and there were two gobblers so we thought we would sneak up there, on the way to the birds we saw a deer but it got spooked, then we had to cross a big puddle of water and my boots got soaked so I had to walk in drenched boots! By the time we got there they had already left so we walked a little bit farther and we looked out passed all the fields and we saw the two gobblers but now there were a long ways away, so we walked through the woods. We ran across a morel mushroom and we called it our good luck charm, we got to the point of the woods and we were going to call them down but when we were close we spooked two birds on the field edge, we thought we spooked the gobblers we had been stalking, so we were going to head back to the truck, (I was tired and cold from all the walking), but when we were at the edge of the hayfield we saw “our” gobblers at the top of the hill! They had their heads tucked under their wings, so we waited to see what they would do and one went to the left of us, but the other started coming right towards us! He was about 200 yards and walking right at us in the open hay field! He was coming to see what we were but when he came 20 to 30 yards he didn’t really mind us. Just then the other gobbler flew away, but “my” bird kept coming! It was hard because I was sitting on my side in the very wet hay field. My dad handed me the gun and by that time he was 10 yards away!! I was sitting on my side and my dad says shoot him, shoot him but I was scared the 12 ga. was going to kick back, but he kept telling me to shoot so I said okay and 1 2 3 BOOM I got him!!!! My heart was pounding very loud and I was so excited I didn’t even feel the kick at all. Because we were trapped in the open field, my Dad could not dare to get out the video camera to get it on tape, but we took lots of pictures and my Dad videoed me after I killed my very first Turkey!
My turkey weighed 17.5lbs. and had ¾” spurs and a 10 inch beard!