Well we headed up Saturday morning to hunt our eastern turkey opener Sunday morning. We hung around camp and shot our bows popped a few fire works with my 11 year old nephew. About 4:45 we head down to my dads hunting area on a nice hardwood spring fed creek bottom that is loaded with hogs. Ten feet off the road I hear something running down the trail to us and see black movement coming through the brush, I think to myself here come those dumb turkeys the day before opener. When the pig head rounded the corner I was a bit surprised. Being that I had no arrow nocked and my nephew was totting a scoped .270 and these suckers were 10' away I threw up my arms and they hauled it towards the thicket behind the feeder we were going to hunt. So we walk in I get my nephew situated in the ladder stand and went to shacke the residual corn into the funnel and set off the feeder. We sat an hour swearing we were hearing hogs moving around that thicket. Come 630 when the feeder went of a river of 20 piglets began to flow followed by two sows. Well I told my nephew to shoot the big sow with the .270 as it would be his first hog ever. He immediately told me no you shoot her with your bow. So I stood up and drew back and held my draw for probably 30-45 seconds which was suprisingly easy compared to the backyard. The big sow got slightly quartered to dang near broadside and I felt confident. I aimed through the vitals and touched off the sabertooth. She bowed her back and came about 8" off the ground spun and let out a squeal my dad hear 150 yds away. My nephew picked up the .270 and when the smaller sow returned to eat. He put a great neck shot on her and she dropped grave yard dead. I nocked a second arrow and picked out the largest remaining piglet and got my second bow kill. All of this happened in about 1 min after my first shot. My sow traveled a whopping 12 yards at most granted it was a 14yd shot with 63# Insanity shooting a 411gr arrow tipped with a razor trick! I put in my opinion a perfect hog sot LOW and TIGHT...
Well after all this extreme hunting that night we struck out about seven o'clock Sunday morning to get my dad a tom. Side note this is the third season I have been trying to get my dad on his first turkey. Well we make our way to my hunting area that is loaded with thunder chickens. Unfortunately the state moved our opener back 15 days and our toms aren't really tending hens anymore. Back to the story... We hit the road to my honey hole and my dad spots something standing in the road about 250-300yds down and he says whats that, I tell him deer lets go get set up. First run of clucks and I get one weak gobble so we wait and wait and wait he never moves to us and never responds again. We return to the same road and my dad says look there it is again it's to dark to be a deer. I say Holy crap it's a turkey! and its running this way! We drop back in the woods 10 feet and get set. I cluck twice and we wait. All of a sudden I see my dad perk up and here he is the biggest tom I have ever seen on our place at about 5 yds. My dad pulls the trigger and click he pumps out the punched primer still crimped shell as the bird begins to move and plffff a worthless pattern goes 3' with the wad suck 8" in the barrel. I was soooooo sick That morning I convinced him to use those #' shells I have had in my gun cabinet for 3 years because his gun did not want to cycle 3 1/2" shells even though it's chambered for them. What a failure All he needed was one shot and the 3 1/2 would have done the job on that dude with no follow up needed. I still can;t get over blowing that perfect opportunity. The reason it bothers me is his dad had heart problems and died at 55 and he is now 63 so i cherish every year of hunting with him at this point.
Well after all this extreme hunting that night we struck out about seven o'clock Sunday morning to get my dad a tom. Side note this is the third season I have been trying to get my dad on his first turkey. Well we make our way to my hunting area that is loaded with thunder chickens. Unfortunately the state moved our opener back 15 days and our toms aren't really tending hens anymore. Back to the story... We hit the road to my honey hole and my dad spots something standing in the road about 250-300yds down and he says whats that, I tell him deer lets go get set up. First run of clucks and I get one weak gobble so we wait and wait and wait he never moves to us and never responds again. We return to the same road and my dad says look there it is again it's to dark to be a deer. I say Holy crap it's a turkey! and its running this way! We drop back in the woods 10 feet and get set. I cluck twice and we wait. All of a sudden I see my dad perk up and here he is the biggest tom I have ever seen on our place at about 5 yds. My dad pulls the trigger and click he pumps out the punched primer still crimped shell as the bird begins to move and plffff a worthless pattern goes 3' with the wad suck 8" in the barrel. I was soooooo sick That morning I convinced him to use those #' shells I have had in my gun cabinet for 3 years because his gun did not want to cycle 3 1/2" shells even though it's chambered for them. What a failure All he needed was one shot and the 3 1/2 would have done the job on that dude with no follow up needed. I still can;t get over blowing that perfect opportunity. The reason it bothers me is his dad had heart problems and died at 55 and he is now 63 so i cherish every year of hunting with him at this point.
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