Just arrived home from an adventure down south!! and what a hoot it was.
3 flights a blizzard and delayed hrs on end I finally arrived at 3 am.Got a room for 3 hrs sleep and was picked up from my freind Joel ( past guest from up north)and off we went without a moments rest for a week of turkeys and hogs.
Joel and his brother are avid outdoorsmen who's enthusiasm can easily bes seen while they dragged me all over the south at all hours of the day to persue gobblers and wild hogs. I never had a moments rest and am still not quite the same yet , maybe another weeks sleep.
I was a bit too early for the peak gobbler 'rut' action but my expert guides managed to locate gobbling turkeys each morning.
On day 3 ( I think) Joel and I were out snooping around and found a few gobblers and hens feeding in a field. We got into action , packed up the gear and jumped on one of their few electric powered ' BadBoy's wich is a converted golf cart like 4X4 wich is dead silent and packs 3 grown men easily through the swamp ect.
En route , we were crawling under a railroad through a drain tunnel with muddy water in it.Stooped over carrying decoys and guns we emerged to the other side to be greeted by a VERY pissed watermocasin snake damned thing was right at our feet and if it wasnt for the thick underbrush I would have screamed like a girlguide and ran but Joel saved the day with a blast from his shotgun..this breed of snake is very agresive and has been known to chase people for a bite or two..
I was already at peak adrenaline load while we continued our run for the area where the turkeys were feeding.
Luckily , we made it to a cut line before the birds did ( they move non stop kinda like carribou while feeding throughout the day) and quickly placed our decoys.
Joel immediatly started calling to the birds soon after we had got into position.About 10 minutes later a hen emerged from maybe 100 yrds...seriously , your heart starts beating like crazy and your hands start trembling..its nuts!!..Joel played with the call for another 15 minutes while she just stood looking our way.
to her right , the rest of the flock emrged from the bush.Right away a large gobbler came out and blew himself up in full strut...verry cool and hard on the nervs. They started coming our way and as soon as the gobbler saw our decoys he came a runnin with his fellow longbeard in tow.
We were whispering back and forth Joel," DONT SHOOT,DONT SHOOT JUST WAIT" I'm like " WHAT???"...I was locked on that bird and wanted soo bad to squeeze off but Joel was needing to be in line with the second one. FINALLY and of course when my bird went behind cover he says " SHOOT !!!"...DOH..I didnt have a clue he had one in sight when I sent off a ball of shot for a 15 yrd kill when Joels gun went off and smoked another one..A DOUBLE !!!!...WICKED !!!
Hi fives and lots of laughs we collected our gear and trophies ( including the snake) and headed for 'The Bad Boy' and back to the ranch for photos and bragging rights.