Re: 'Bonker scores... BIG.
OK, here is the short version of the story. The long version may end up in the IBA Bowhunter, or maybe the PMA section. I’ve think people should pay for the privilege of laughing at me. Plus, the story may not be over; I think I qualify for another tag.
Muddy offered to take me for an afternoon hunt on some private ground that he said was hot. He stopped short of guaranteeing a bird, but he said we should at least see plenty of ‘em. He set the blind up next to a cedar tree. We climbed in at about 1600. About 1630 he spotted three hens, two of them with beards, coming in behind us. They wondered around for awhile and disappeared. Muddy looked out back again about 1700 and spotted three toms up the hill about 100 yards away. We quickly closed the openings in the front of the blind and repositioned my seat. He started calling but the toms stayed up the hill. One was strutting and the other two were just walking around. Muddy called and called but they would not move. By 1715 I had given up and relaxed. The toms weren’t gonna come any closer. I was just enjoying the show they were putting on and listening to Muddy swear at them. All of a sudden Muddy shouts, actually it was a whisper but it was very loud in the blind, “GET YOUR GUN UP!” “Uhhhh why? They are too far away”. We had closed the blind in front of me so only Muddy could see to our left. “GET YOUR GUN UP, HE’S RIGHT THERE” “WHERE” “RIGHT THERE” as Muddy points to my left. I move forward and spot a turkey about 5 FEET from the blind. I try to poke my barrel out the slit and it hits the fabric. “SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT” is all I hear, I get the barrel out of the blind and the turkey is moving slowly straight away from us, about ten yards out. I see Muddy sticking his fingers in his ears. I put the bead in the center of his back, the turkey, not Muddy. I wanted a dead bird so I wasn’t gonna risk a head shot at this distance because with a tight pattern I’da missed for sure. Bead on the back, gun tight against my shoulder, don’t anticipate the pain, just squeeze the trigger, BOOM! Muddy unplugged his ears and said “Jebus ‘Bonker, I think you got him” as we watched the feathers float gently to the ground. The gobbler didn’t even flop. It was 1730. My first turkey lay dead about 10 yards from the blind. It happened so fast I didn’t have a chance to get excited.
We went out to check out the bird. Muddy was lookin it over and I heard him call me a name that brought my ancestry into question, he had found that the gobbler had three beards.
Tale of the tape: Spurs, both 1 1/8”, beards, 4” 7 1/16” 9 ½” 21 ½ pounds on my cheap bathroom scale after the tail and beards had been removed.
Photos:
Beards:
Hooks:
The set up and distance:
The guide:
This is the hole in the gobblers back:
OK, I've got more photos but my connection is so slow tonight I've had enough.
Thanks again Muddy.
The 'Bonker