This year my turkey hunt was a bit of a bust; and not for a lack of trying or a shortage of turkeys. No rain and no snow either; so I cannot blame it on the weather. I was talking about it with my pal, Braumeister, and we both concluded turkey hunting is generally a morning gig with most birds killed before lunchtime. Furthermore, it either happens quickly or not at all. Bottom line it like the missus has characterized it - "That's why they call it hunting. If it was easy it would be called shopping."
Ain't that right. That's why she's the brains of the organization.
Anyway, here are some digital trail camera images from the last few weeks...
By the way, the big gobbler above (second from the bottom) is one I spent the better part of forty minutes trying to lure within range of my thunder stick. Yup, one and the same. He pirouetted, strutted and displayed almost 360 degrees around my blind always just out of gun range. He was having nothing to do with it.
And I had three hens the entire time clucking and purring within thirty feet of me. Sheesh.
Hunting.
Definitely not shopping....
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