It was far away, but, I had three enormous Toms walk past my set up, so I decided to take him. You know how you make "deals" with yourself when you're hunting? Well, after the three big Toms wouldn't come in to me, I started calling like the world was ending with the mouth call. These big guys had started struttin' up the side of this hill around 200 yds. away...I was now fully profiled, because of the way I was sitting against the oak, and, they didn't like what they were seeing!
Anyways, I'm yelping like crazy, in an attempt to get these guys to come in on my decoys, when, all of sudden, this smaller bird comes down to me, on the other side of two dead falls...around 45 yards away.
So, getting back to making a deal with myself, I say,"If that bird sticks his beady little head over that far deadfall, I'm taking the shot."
Well, he's looking at my decoys, looking at me, which, of course, he doesn't like, and, God answered my prayers and he sticks his little head just above that deadfall. BLANG! The 3", 5-shot Federal load hits him in his beady little face, but, it wasn't a good hit, a little far, maybe, or maybe "operator error".
Well, he takes off...now I'm thinking, "sh*t, I missed!!!" But, he comes down a short distance away, and lands cock-eyed. Now, I get all excited, because now I know that I hit him, at least a little bit.
So, I get up and sprint after him. Now he's about 80 yards out, trying to get away, but, instead of running straight up the hill, he's running back and forth.
I knew he was in the frying pan at this point.:thumbup:
I close the distance, and put a couple more into him. The last shot was at around 25 yards, with him running.
Shitty kill, but I got him.
18 lbs, 8" beard. Me and the kids ate him Saturday for lunch.
Made "chicken fingers" out of his breast....egg batter into the Italian breadcrumbs, garlic powder, fried up in olive oil. (Yumm)