I habeen wwatching
May 13, 2013 at 8:42pm
a bunch of nice toms all winter long. Watched them into the weeks preceding turkey season. Watched them during youth week.
Come regular turkey season, they must have packed upm and went of vacation.
The few times I did see some, things went wrong:
1 time I should have shot, but thought the distance was too far - turns out I later paced it off at around 25 yards from where tom was standing from me. Looked alot farther while crouching in the bushes on my side.
Next time, I shot at one and he fell over, got up, flew straight over my head into the trees. Went looking for him but never found him.
Another time, I waited for a better shot, but ended up losing the chance.
Another time, a freaking dog comes strolling out into the field. He didn't even know the turkeys were there, just sniffing and peeing on everything anf scared them off.
So come the last day of turkey season, I shot at a less than ideal turkey. At first, I wasn't sure wether it was a jake or bearded hen, but a well experienced hunter confirmed it was a medium jake.
I didn't set out to shoot a jake, but the grass he was in kinda clouded his features. I saw him strutting, took aim and took him down.
Still proud as it was my first turkey and i even had to crawl on my stomach for 25 yards or so to even get close enough to him to take the shot.
That was actually kinda cooler than getting him.
So, depending on circumstance, I'd have no problem shooting the bird in your picture.