This birdy came in with a buddy to have a look at B - Mobile and Bob'n Henny around 7:30. As he stepped up to "B" for a small but descriminating gander I patiently waited for him to strut around for the ol' bullseye or should I say... browneye shot. That didn't quite pan out as he and his buddy decided they definitely didn't like "B". He started to get nervous and looked as if he'd shortly be headed for the next county. I let him have it as he was quartering away making his escape. He did a couple whirly's and a couple twirly's and then decided he knew where he was and wanted to fly. The arrow looked good, going in near his hips; as he flew away I could see it sticking out the front of his chest.
I watched him land over 100 yards away, darn near underneath one of my favorite deer stands. I gave'm a little time for the Snuffer to snuff him out, grabbed the bow and headed towards the river bluff where he landed. He was nowhere to be found! I figure maybe he went over the bluff, so I stepped up to the edge to take a peek at the bottoms below. My arrow catches my eye (still in the bird) as the Tom is roosted in one of the tree's near the rivers edge. Just as I pull one out of my quiver, he decides the other side of the Maquoketa River is a much better place to be.
He's flying rough, skirting the water by only a foot or so. Then he goes out of site and I hear water splashing pretty loud. My gut sank, because the Maq is up and moving fast. I ran South to where I could get a good look at the whole river and see if my bird was floating to his final resting place. Nothing! So, I packup, head back to the truck, find out who owns the property and then make the drive to the nearest bridge and then to the property. /forum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/crazy.gif Having a good idea where he flew across, I make my way past that spot and then drop down to the muddy bank. I worked my way down the bank until I found a spot in the mud that looked like he crawled out of the water. It looked to be a bit South of where I thought he flew over, he must have swam a little ways to make it to shore. /forum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/smile.gif I climbed up the bank, took a few steps in the timber and there he was, soaking wet and tucked under a blow down.
Hey, I'd rather be lucky than good any day! Turks can be a challenge, thought maybe my story would give some inspiration for you bowhunters.
I watched him land over 100 yards away, darn near underneath one of my favorite deer stands. I gave'm a little time for the Snuffer to snuff him out, grabbed the bow and headed towards the river bluff where he landed. He was nowhere to be found! I figure maybe he went over the bluff, so I stepped up to the edge to take a peek at the bottoms below. My arrow catches my eye (still in the bird) as the Tom is roosted in one of the tree's near the rivers edge. Just as I pull one out of my quiver, he decides the other side of the Maquoketa River is a much better place to be.
He's flying rough, skirting the water by only a foot or so. Then he goes out of site and I hear water splashing pretty loud. My gut sank, because the Maq is up and moving fast. I ran South to where I could get a good look at the whole river and see if my bird was floating to his final resting place. Nothing! So, I packup, head back to the truck, find out who owns the property and then make the drive to the nearest bridge and then to the property. /forum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/crazy.gif Having a good idea where he flew across, I make my way past that spot and then drop down to the muddy bank. I worked my way down the bank until I found a spot in the mud that looked like he crawled out of the water. It looked to be a bit South of where I thought he flew over, he must have swam a little ways to make it to shore. /forum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/smile.gif I climbed up the bank, took a few steps in the timber and there he was, soaking wet and tucked under a blow down.
Hey, I'd rather be lucky than good any day! Turks can be a challenge, thought maybe my story would give some inspiration for you bowhunters.
