Turkey

Me and my buddy Jared, to the left, got up at about 6:00 am to do some early morning turkey hunting on the second day of season. There was usually a flock containing about four toms and some ten or so hens that would wake up, and start their early morning stroll. We didn’t think we would have much luck because of poor weather, but we were determined to try. Both of us were using full choke Remington 12 gauges, and long range turkey load. My Winchester 12 gauge has no choke so I borrowed my dad’s. First, my friend and I sat in a tree for a while, just testing different calls, trying to get their attention. After a while of waiting, we spotted them and excitedly climed down. There were four toms, three were strut, walking along side the hens, and one in the way back, following the flock, but barely. We decided to sneak up on the flock from the back, thinking that they wouldn’t see us because their tail feathers would be in the way, but as soon as we got within fifty yards, that one tom in the very back alerted the whole other flock. In reaction to our sudden revealing, we calmly walked back, and thought of a new strategy. We then walked down an irrigation ditch, using the cover provided from the bend of the ditch to stay out of the turkey’s sight. I chose the tom on the left, and Jared chose the tom on the right. We got within thirty yards of the bird brains and let em have it! At least, my friend did. We both counted and once we hit the number three, we squeezed the trigger. Boom! My friend’s shotgun fired, sending one feather bearing creature to its grave. However, when I squeezed my trigger, nothing happened! In quick response to the unfortunate event, I ejected the live shell in the chamber and manually put in a new one. While I was frantically fiddling with my gun, I was hearing my friend yell, “Shoot it! Shoot it!” Fortunately for me the hen’s were the only ones who were smart enough to fly, while the tom’s decided to run instead. After about seven seconds after my friend fired, I fixed the jam, and quickly rised up and shot a turkey on the run-at this point, I didn’t care which . I was relieved that at least I got a turkey. after firing, we both approached our game; with my friend’s turkey still flopping around like a fish out of water, and my turkey one hundred percent, dead.
Date: March 26, 2017
Equipment Used: Remington 12 Gauge
Location: Orland, California
Pictured (left to right): Jared Beaver, Noah Bostrom
Trophy Size: 10 Pounder
Trophy Species: Turkey
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