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Member Section => Down Range Cafe => Topic started by: shooter32 on April 28, 2009, 03:33:11 PM
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Anyone had the chance to get a spring bird for the freezer?
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My youngest son and one of his friends got these two the first weekend of the season. It was a first for both.
My son went on several more hunts just to call them up for other folks. He's pretty good with the calls. He went with the sick grandfather of the friend (that killed the second turkey in the picture below) because his friend's granddad had always wanted to go turkey hunting (and didn't think he would make it 'til next year). Unfortunately, they couldn't get a clear shot at the ones he called up.
(http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd352/pegleg45/Turkeys20099.jpg)
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Looks like some good eatin, peg! How hard is it to pluck and gut those things?
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Looks like some good eatin, peg! How hard is it to pluck and gut those things?
According to the pluckers, it was a PITA to pluck, but the guttin' was easy. After the first one, they just skinned the second.
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According to the pluckers, it was a PITA to pluck, but the guttin' was easy. After the first one, they just skinned the second.
That is what I normally do, run 2 fingers under the skin at the belly and peel the skin off the breast bone, expose the breast and cut it out. My first one I plucked and took the whole bird, if you simmer the legs long enough or pressure cook them, they make pretty good tacos. Not worth it to me.
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if you dip them in boiling water for about 30 seconds, its alot easier to pluck them.
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Boiling will open the pores and defeathering easy! ;)
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Saw one the other day when I was on the way to work that was so tall he could have walked up and looked in my truck window. I described it at work and they thought I was talking about an emu. Hey....I wonder how they cook up?
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This Eastern is my first bird of the year:
(http://billday.com/Images/Shared/20090419_1388.turkey.farmFieldJake.jpg)
Read the full story below, with some bonus pictures after that.
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I was at the end of a long stalk, had shot, and the turkey was flying straight at me. Look one in the eye as they're flying full out towards you and turkeys look like helicopters! My thoughts turned to shooting in self defense as he closed the distance...
But how did I get to that point? It began several days earlier, when I'd arrived at the family farm in southeastern Oklahoma for a long weekend of turkey hunting, looking for deer sheds, and fishing with family. I'd been skunked repeatedly earlier in the season by a longbeard I nicknamed "Tank Romero". Given how much my family likes to eat wild turkey meat, this weekend I'd decided any legal bird, longbeard or jake, was fair game.
I drove down to the farm with my father on Thursday afternoon, and we noticed a hen in the field south of the house as we unloaded the truck. Soon enough, a strutter joined her. Long story made short, I decided to make a flanking move east of them until I got up into the clearing on top of the hill to their south, then move closer and see if I could get into a workable setup. I made my move, but they stayed too far west and that evening's attempt was a bust. Nonetheless, the motivation to go after any gobbler that followed hens into that field was hatched...try it a few times, and one of the attempts might just succeed.
The next day, three hens slowly fed their way around the field for several hours in the afternoon and early evening. We watched from the house with binoculars, but no tom joined them. Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and two of the hens returned that morning. This time they fed up to within a few yards of the back fence behind the garden, but again no jake or tom. Where were all the gobblers? I'd hear one or two on morning hunts a couple of ridges south, back in the creek bottom near the Spring pond, but I hadn't been able to get a shot. Meanwhile, no gobblers joined the hens near the house. We kept hunting the more remote gobblers while keeping our eyes peeled for a farm house field opportunity. (Some excitment did ensue in the interim, however: I nearly stepped on a copperhead laying across a trail I was walking and then later the same day had a close encounter with a cottonmouth while fishing with my wife and daughter. Not the kind of excitement I was wanting!)
The next day, Sunday April 19th, I slept in as a storm passed through. It culminated several days of frequent rain showers with a heavy overnight thunderstorm that dumped 1 1/2 inches of rain in an hour. While everything was drying out late that morning, we noticed a jake had joined two of the hens back in the field near the house. I decided to watch them and see if there might be a time and place I could get to for an ambush.
They fed east down the field from around 11AM until close to 3PM, when we noticed they were back at the east pond and acting like they might feed back up the gently sloping field to the nearby hill they would roost on. I decided to go after the jake, by now dubbed "Farm Field Jake". I made my way quickly across the field to the hill bordering it on the south, then climbed up through the woods a safe distance into the trees before turning east and hustling 400 yards to the far end of the field near them. I setup where I could see both the field and the nearby north-south property line fence so that I might be able to get a shot or make a move whichever way they fed. After hanging around the pond for a long while, they started moving west back up the field. I waited until they'd gotten a safe distance past me, then beat a fast retreat back up the hill to the clearing on the top, practically sprinting at times to get back in front of them.
I made it to the road running up the hill from the farm house field just as they were approaching. I used a brushpile for cover as I setup against trees on the east side of the road right where it starts up the hill. I waited. They fed slowly by. Farm Field Jake came as close as 90 yards, but not any closer. They started feeding away from me to the west, and I saw that they were going to feed behind a different brushpile on the other side of the road.
Time to move again! I got up and made my way carefully over to the brush, then slowly around towards its west side, looking through the bois d'arcs trees growing along the old rundown fence line running up the hill. I saw one hen, then two, then just as I eased up to brace on the fence wire, the jake. The hens must have seen some movement because they sped up and turned more directly towards the hill, obviously headed for the brush.
In quick succession, the jake starting walking faster to follow them, I moved about five yards closer to brace on a limb, and he got close to cover before I could shoot. Suddenly he was just gone, vanishing as turkeys sometimes do. I stood still for a bit hoping he'd reappear. I'd just about given up when I saw him, probably forty yards distant, and walking slowly away while looking around as if trying to figure out why his two ladies were so concerned about being in this place at this particular time. When he stopped and raised his head, I shot. And then he lept airborn, turned 180 degrees hard right, and was suddenly flying right towards me!
I don't know if he saw me or not, but about halfway to me he turned to his right, towards the woods, and landed a couple yards into the treeline. He low-walked a quick pace about ten or fifteen yards into the woods, pausing behind a log to survey the situation. I had a clear shot, braced on a tree limb, and let the second round of number five pellets fly. He dropped and the deal was done!
He may be "only" a young one, but I'm proud of the Farm Field Jake. I've never done so much stalking and had several different setups on a group of birds in such quick succession; the struggle of the hunt was fantastic, and getting the bird was icing on the cake!
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Farm Field Jake working his way down the field earlier in the day:
(http://billday.com/Images/Shared/20090419_1358.turkey.inField.jpg)
Short walks back to the house or hunting camp are always nice:
(http://billday.com/Images/Shared/20090419_1400.short.walk.back.jpg)
Copperheads should *not* lie in wait on trails!
(http://billday.com/Images/Shared/20090418_1324.copperhead.jpg)
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Nice photos and report!
This morning on the way to work I saw TWO gobblers running across the road. Not as big as the Sasquatch I saw earlier, but big birds.
For a small fee I'll tell you where it was.
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Good stuff guys.
Here we have Merriam's and Rio Grande's both. The Rio's are more to the east and south along the drainages and the Merriam's are more to the west.
Had no luck this year >:( But, I to seen 8 hens and 2 Toms last week on the city baseball fields...
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Our place is on the far western edge of Eastern turkey country, so while I get to hunt Easterns there, I hunt Rios further west on Oklahoma public land. I'm planning to go after Rios this coming weekend, the final weekend of our season (closes May 6th).
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Our place is on the far western edge of Eastern turkey country, so while I get to hunt Easterns there, I hunt Rios further west on Oklahoma public land. I'm planning to go after Rios this coming weekend, the final weekend of our season (closes May 6th).
Good luck and add another bird to the freezer ;D
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Here my son and I are after a GREAT morning!
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Anyone ever tried with a bow?
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Anyone ever tried with a bow?
Here ya go Tim ;D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMALbjYnNNQ
Guillotine Arrows
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Now that's funny.
You would think they would flop around more when their head pops off.
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That's pretty harsh! Seems pretty effective though... :-\
I only asked because the future SIL was going to try this spring!
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That's pretty harsh! Seems pretty effective though... :-\
I only asked because the future SIL was going to try this spring!
Good camo and or a ground blind, and a call to get them close. A decoy maybe.
Hope she gets one.
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Good camo and or a ground blind, and a call to get them close. A decoy maybe.
Hope she gets one.
Son-in-law! ;D
Though in MA, IA, CA, CT, and now NH, you just never know who your kids gonna end up marrying! ;)
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Son-in-law! ;D
Though in MA, IA, CA, CT, and now NH, you just never know who your kids gonna end up marrying! ;)
LOL.. sorry my bad :-[
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Ok...early in the week a 4 foot tall gobbler, yesterday two smaller gobblers, and today a hen all out on the same 100 yard stretch of road heading to work at 6:15 am. I think I found a spot!
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Yea Jay,
I drove by a rafter (herd/flock) of probably 40-50 hens and 2-3 toms a few weeks ago on the back road to work. Seems the only other time I see 'em is when I've got a golf club in my hand.
I thought of taking the old four door sedan off-road there for a moment...... ;D
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Yea Jay,
I drove by a rafter (herd/flock) of probably 40-50 hens and 2-3 toms a few weeks ago on the back road to work. Seems the only other time I see 'em is when I've got a golf club in my hand.
I thought of taking the old four door sedan off-road there for a moment...... ;D
either a rafter or a gang
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Anyone ever tried with a bow?
no, but every turkey I have ever takne has been with a 20 cal air rifle( min bore size for CA to hunt with)
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either a rafter or a gang
I know Haz but "herd of turkeys" has such a lovely ring too it! ;D
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I know Haz but "herd of turkeys" has such a lovely ring too it! ;D
Yes, it does.........
I used to do stuff like that because I knew it pissed my teachers off in high school.
Herd of ducks.....flock of cows.......and so on.
8)
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I've got to admit - I'm not so sure I would consider getting a turkey where I live "hunting". They're all over the place, and often walk through my yard and scare the bejezus out of my indoor cats. Can hardly pass a field here where you can't see 'em at least once a day.
Good and bad, I guess. :-\
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I've got to admit - I'm not so sure I would consider getting a turkey where I live "hunting". They're all over the place, and often walk through my yard and scare the bejezus out of my indoor cats. Can hardly pass a field here where you can't see 'em at least once a day.
Good and bad, I guess. :-\
Took 20 years for them to populate around my specific area. State DNR released some back in the 80's and they have just begun to start showing themselves. My dad has lived here for 63 years and last year was the first time he'd ever saw one.
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'Hunting' contrary to popular (and televised) belief is NOT about 'the chase'. It is about putting meat on the table and keeping the herd healthy. PERIOD!
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'Hunting' contrary to popular (and televised) belief is NOT about 'the chase'. It is about putting meat on the table and keeping the herd healthy. PERIOD!
Yep....for centuries it was for survival, not sport..............of course it can be both. ;)