Had my wife in the woods again yesterday. Got set up just as light was breaking and the woods were waking up. At about 630 here a gobble hearts start going. I hit the call but he doesn't answer a hen does. Few minutes pass with silence and then he appears but with two hens. He put on a great show for us in the field but stayed about 45 yards away and wife didn't like shot. So we wait he isnt in a hurry. Well then we loose sight of him but know he's there. Then my wife says there he is. He is about ten yards away. She does great getting gun in position but he stays behind some trees so no shot again. Then his hens start calling to him so he follows them. It was fun but me move to a different area. Hit the call one gobbles. We get blind set up and decoy and climb in. Well wouldn't you know it he gets right behind us. I mean so close you here his feathers ruffle up. Wife said it sounded like someone popping sheets. Then he moves to our right, horrible for wife because she's right handed. This bird stayed at 5 yards so he is so close I can not get her to turn he whole body to get shot. This went on for about 15 minutes. Thought we had plenty of time so no rush. Wrong. Then we hear a truck. Oh no. Farmer coming through farm to finish putting in his corn, bird gone. We had a great time. She loved having birds that close. I mean so close you can see them blink. It was hard to keep her from laughing. Even though she hasn't shot one we have had a great time. Maybe next week will be the day.
Was really excited about getting my wife her first turkey this year. New the gobblers were hot. Went to get her out of bed at 4 and she said she was gonna stay in bed. I was disappointed but went to the woods alone. got there about 530 and got my decoys set up then climbed in the blind. As sun was breaking the gobblers went nuts. Wasnt long and had a hen come in to the field. Then here come the gobblers after a little calling. Here comes two nice ones that were the big men on campus. Then a couple more then some more jakes. Then a few more hens. Finally after watching all the strutting and fighting for about 45 minutes picked the biggest one and shot him. His buddy stayed there strutting around him for another few minutes until i got out of the blind. So had my wife went she would have shot the one i shot and i would have shot his buddy. Would have been easy to have shot two by 730 Saturday morning. When i pulled the trigger there were 11 gobblers within 50 yards of me. Four shooters and 7 jakes. Was a good day would have been epic if wife was with me. Bird stats: 22 pounds, 10 inch beard, 1 inch spurs. Hopefully we get hers this week.
Opening day for turkey is taking so long to get here. Wanting my wife to get her first one so bad. Went to woods yesterday and saw a lot of sign and on farm I hunt landowner seeing a bunch in the fields. I feel like a kid waiting on Christmas. At least all the people sharing photos is nice. Makes the hunger stronger. First year in years we have not killed one on youth day. My daughter is to old now. So now wife is turkey hunting partner. Hopefully post pic Saturday. Thanks to North Carolina Sportsman to help ease the pain.
Took my 12 year old catfishing today at the Cedar Creek Fishfarm just outside of fayetteville. We had a blast. You pay for the pounds you catch, you will catch. This was our first trip but not our last. A great place to take impatient children and adults. We used chicken livers and red hot hot dogs. Both worked very well. Only fished for an hour.
Do report when home. Have to find one for daughter now
Took my wife to the woods today to see if I could call one up for her to see. She had never been in turkey woods before. Took kids to school and got to woods about 8:30. Time did not matter. Got out of truck and walked about three hundred yards hit the call and one answered. We got set up but was was to close and he spotted us setting up. Wife did get to see him strut once. She was happy. We proceeded through the farm and found three more in a field but they saw us the same time we saw them. Hit the call any way and had a different one come running. He ran at us so fast could not get set up. He was within 20 yards before I could even set down. Still exciting. We went walking some more and jumped four more gobblers on a hedge row. It was nice seeing them but wanted them to come to set up. Then it happened. Hit the call and one thundered. We got set up and he did not disappoint. We watched him strut and gobble for about 150 yards and twenty minutes later he was standing at twelve yards. My wife was amazed. She had a blast and so did I. Now she wants to shoot one. But my daughter gets first shot next week. By the time we left we saw 12 long beards and one jake
Well sat in the stand yesterday evening and had a really nice 6pt come in. Herd him before i ever saw him. Had doe on corn and hear another coming. Then i hear a grunt. Then another grunt and another grunt. He would not shut up. Then watched him make a scrape and pee in it. Was the first time i have ever seen a deer do this. It was about a 15 to 20 minute show. It was great. I did not know they would grunt that much. He was moving and grunting the whole time until he ran doe off corn. He was a big deer but not a shooter on our property have to be 8 or better and at least 3 1/2 years old. He was probably 2 1/2 and just a big 6. But it will not be long and the big boys will show up.
Well it began yesterday morning by heading to the hunting property to put in winter food plots. Finished putting in those around 3:30 and was ready to head to the stand. Wasnt sure how hunt would be at this stand because right outside the tree line is where i put a good size food plot. Well decided to sit there any way because acors all over the ground. Well after about an hour had two small deer come to corn. Shot a real nice video of them on my phone. Well after about another 30 minutes here they come. About another 8 to 10 does and one was a very old doe i have been trying to get a shot at. I have passed on a lot of deer this year and have yet to pull the trigger so decided yesterday i was going to shoot. Well big doe gets perfectly broadside at 30 yards. I ease up the muzzle loader and get cross hairs on her i think, and i pull the trigger. Smoke every where and watch all the deer run off. Had very bad feeling. I get down and go to where she was standing and no sign of a hit what so ever. First deer i have ever shot at with a muzzle loader and just completely missed. I felt like a complete failure. Just glad it wasnt a big buck. Now my 14 year old daughter is giving me crap. She has yet to miss anything. Deer or turkeys. Well at least the old doe is there for my daughter to show me how to finish the job. Still great to get in the woods.
Well i can tell dog running is right around the corner. Went to a lease property of mine yesterday to check food plots and deer activity and what do i find. Some knuckle head and his buddy parked on my property running dogs. Said that he was gathering up his dogs. They were watching them run all over my stuff. Was mad as h!!!!. Unfortunately that is the mentality of most dog hunters i have encountered. Very few that run on public land respect the private land hunters boardering the public property. You get the same answer every time,'Dogs Cant Read'. But he is parked right in front of posted sign. And then I get the October edition of North Carolina Sportsman and big article on the tradition of dog hunting in easter NC. I guess its not going away any time soon. Great thing with technology you can take pictures with phone of hunter and license plate because most of the time the dog collar info is wrong. My two cents.
This is a stand that i sat up for my 14 year old daughter to bow hunt out of this year. Its in the middle of a oak bottow with good trails and deer sign. She sat in this stand last Friday and saw 30 we sat together on Saturday to video her shooting a specific old doe but she never came in. But we did manage to see seven for the afternoon it was a little slow. Could have shot another doe but it is a lot more fun to target a certain deer instead of just shooting whatever comes in. By the way in 6 days i got over 1700 pics on this camera. Just look at camera number.
I do believe the change in weather has the deer moving. After a disappointing opening weekend with only seeing a handful of deer when the weather changed for yesterday i new it time to hit the woods. Picked my 14 year old daughter up at school and headed for the woods. After about an hour in the stands she sends a text saying she has deer, a small 4 pt and few does and fawns. Then more showed up and left they were different groups of deer all over her. Me nothing until last light. Then put eyes on my first few deer of the season. Buy the time got to the truck between the two of us we saw about 50 young bucks, does, and fawns. Nice deer watching afternoon. Daughter was mad since i didn't let her throw and arrow but we were only there for 8pt or bigger. Gonna let her shoot doe soon but i want to be with her to get it on video. Will not be her first with bow but will be first on video. Hope the weather helps everyone else as much as it did us. Good luck and aim small miss small.
Just hung this stand on some trails. Put about ten ears of corn to see what was coming and this is what i got pictures of along with a small four point. Looks like i will get to do a lot of deer watching.
Trail cam pic of really big kitty.
Let me start off by saying I didn't even want to go this morning. That said, we begin the story:
We got there later than we hoped. But it turns out we were right on time.
It didn't take long. We parked off to the side of the road and readied our gear. That done, we started down the road. Once we got down the road a ways, Dad called. We had two gobble back immediately. I was set up on a tree, overlooking the left trail, the right trail and the main road. I waited while Dad called. Five to ten minutes passed. Nothing seemed enthused and the roads remained empty.
We picked up our gear and moved down the left trail to our lovely little Crop Circle where we had last heard a turkey call. We set up our Pretty Girl hen decoy right in the edge of the cirlce and moved to the opposite side. Dad sat in a make-shift chair formed from gnarled roots and branches. It looked comfortable.
I, on the other hand, sat in what one would call a nature-made recliner. I had to support myself with my abs and neck, neither of which are very strong. (I, as my father enjoys reminding me, am nothing but skin and bones.)
Any how, Dad called. The same tom we had heard earlier responded. I heard his wings snap as he flew across the mini-pond in the middle of our road. I decided to lean back, figuring we would hear him first and I would have time to jump up.
'Jes, shoot him!'
Well, lucky me. As soon as I got comfortable this giant tom decided to walk on in without so much as a warning gobble. This gobbler is 10 yards away. I can't move. He sees the Pretty Girl, but he doesn't like something. He leaves making an odd clicking sound with his beak.
Dad. Was. MAD.
Choice words snapped in the air as we crossed the water to Benny's Place. We settled ourselves on either side of a pine thinning lane. The Pretty Girl was set up about 25 yards down the lane. Dad uses the slate call (Yella Hammer!) and instantly gets 2 toms calling. So we wait.
Steadily this turkey makes his way to us. Now at first, I thought he was coming from the left to the hen.
It's never that simple, is it?
This turkey gobbles from 10 yards behind me! I can hear it drumming, it is SO CLOSE. While I try my hardest not to hyperventilate, the second tom comes up in front of us and to the right. He's strutting and is coming up fast on Pretty Girl.
The other tom didn't like that. He goes around wide left and meets the second tom to left just in front of Pretty Girl. They circle each other, in full strut.
They slammed together, beating at each with their wings and slashing at each other with their spurs. Enfuriated gobbles fill the air. Hens cluck as they run off while they fight.
It's quiet for a while. Dad calls and the winner of the fight gobbles back. He's coming back. It sounds like he's coming back behind us again! Thankfully he circles left and struts up in front of our Pretty Girl.
This bird kept changing angles to impress our decoy. It was hysterical! Finally, finally, he stood still long enough for a clear shot. He flattened out instantly. If I can't do anything else, I can shoot straight! And (I type this against my will!) my Dad's pretty good with a turkey call. ;)
10 1/2 in beard
1 in spurs.
All in all, an epic hunt.
It wasn't long before everything happened. I'd already gotten in the stand; I was comfortable with the 300 across my lap. The moon was bright and I could see everything. I thought I heard steps, but I wasn't sure. So I waited.
Then they were there. At least 6 does were there in an instant. They stayed for a while. Suddenly they scattered. Now I *know* I didn't scare them. I hadn't done a thing!
He stepped out; he raised his head to look behind him. The moonlight glistened off his antlers. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. He turned back around. He moved off into the woods. I heard a grunt; something that sounded like a car crash rang out. He had locked antlers with another! The two bucks crashed together again and I couldn't see a thing.
Now in the midst of all this a bigger doe walks off through the corn pile. She just walks. After she leaves, the fight stops. Next thing I know, the nine point comes out with his nose on the ground, after that doe. I raised my gun and fired. He raced off but I wasn't sure what had happened.
Turned out, I was so nervous I had made a horrible shot. But that 300 made up for it.
Have been trying to get my wife in the stand with me for two years, finally it worked out or should i say i forced her to go today. She has no interest in shooting a deer and told her i would only shoot something that had a rack for the wall. So we get in the stand at 4 pm and by 6 we have around 10 deer coming in and out of the corn piles around my stand. My daughter got her first bow kill last week out of the same stand. So my wife and I sat there for a hour and a half just watching does and small bucks eat corn and play with each other. Was still great rush watching my wife enjoy what nature has to offer. Ended up throwing a water bottle to the ground at dark to run the deer off so we could get down. Love spending time in the woods with my family.
Sunday afternoon. Around 4 o' clock. I think, Okay, this'll be easy. It never is. When I go to hook up my safety vest, the strap is too short. Great. So Dad makes the nessecary adjustments, but it's still hard to draw when facing the right corn pile which is where most of the activity is.
So we sit down and the sun is glaring right at us. Beads of sweat are already crawling all over the both of us. Then a mosquito bites my hand. Perfect. Both are easy fixes for we have both a ThermaCell and water. Dad starts the ThermaCell up and ties it to the stand. Every mosquito in the vicinty vanishes.
It's time to wait.
Roughly 20 minutes later two squirrels start to make a racket to my left. I'm content to watch them and suddenly I hear a rythymic 'ch-ch' of leaves crunching. I, thinking it's another squirrel, look towards the direction of the sound.
A deer steps out. I stiffen. As I wait for her to come past the few trees in my way I grab my bow and latch my release. I move the water bottle between us. She's in the middle of the corn. My third pin. I'm ready. I start to stand.
I shut my eyes.
Clang, clang, clang...CRASH!
That water bottle.
The doe stares at the water bottle, ears flicking. I sit back down, positive she'll bolt. She lowers her head and starts to eat!
I stand back up, draw back and have her in my sights. She's staring right at me. I slap the release. It misses and she darts away.
An hour later three deer pop out to my right. I ready my bow. I stand and Dad leans back. Yes, this is it. I draw back on the biggest one. I have my pin on it. It's staring at me. I don't panic. I gingerly pull the trigger.
The arrow hits. The deer kicks and runs off, crashing in the leaves and goes quiet. Down!
We climb down. The arrow was a through-and-through! We track it carefully and find him laying not far from where he was shot. A little button buck roughly 100 lbs.
Not a bad day.
It was begining to look pointless. We hadn't seen anything. We hadn't even heard anything. My daughter was getting disappointed. She was growing more frustrated by the hour. Every shot was like a stone in our stomachs. We were both about ready to throw in the towel.
We had gone all the way up to Lenoir county for this hunt. We got there the Friday before youth day and fished in the ponds. We ate good that night. We went to bed early with full stomachs and high hopes.
When we got up, we headed straight for the blind. As the sun came up, we heard a few gobbles, but nothing encouraging. I tried calling but nothing would come in. We heards shots all through the morning. When we got back, we had lunch then went back out.
We went to a different blind. Again, we didn't hear much. Shots were fired all around us. Bored and disappointed, my daughter started playing with my phone. Then we heard a gobble. I used my mouth call and answered it. It gobbled back. I called again. Nothing. So I stopped. We waited. And waited. And waited. Still nothing.
After about a half hour, I looked out the window. There were 4 gobblers and 2 jakes right there. I moved my daughter into position. We really wanted the one with the double beard, but he moved too quickly. We took the next best one. I don't know who was happier, me or her.
The turkey weighed 21 lbs., had a 10 3/4 in. beard, and 1 in. spurs. Looks like 9 hours in the blind paid off.