So it's Friday morning and I'm staring at the weather report, trying to decide if my buddy and I are going to the lease for the weekend. We had our stands complete, and ready to go in the air. Plus, I was ready to get on some turkeys again! We finally decided to heck with it, and loaded up the trailer to head to Uvalde Co. 
The rain held off Friday afternoon, and we were able to put the finishing touches on our stands. It did rain some during the night, but not enough to keep us from heading out to the pasture Saturday.
Rewind to 6:30 that morning. The alarm went off and I popped out of bed, gathered my bow and other gear, and took out from camp. I could hear a Tom gobbling already from a creek bed not far, and I headed that direction. I set my decoy up in the middle of the road, found a good spot in the brush, and started calling. The Toms would gobble back, but wouldn't come in. Figuring them to have hens, I packed up and eased towards the creek bed. Not far into it, I seen 2 Toms strutting. In front of them were several hens, as I had guessed. Just for giggles, I pulled the call out and gave it a scratch. I nearly jumped out of my boots when a Tom sounded off right beside me. I threw the call down, clipped my release, and got ready. I finally caught movement as a good sized Tom was working to me. He was traveling parallel at about 60 yards. Being farther than I wanted to shoot, I gave a few soft clucks with my mouth. To my surprise, the Tom puffed up and came straight in. At 35 yards, I drew back when he got behind a tree. After what seemed like forever, he stepped out and I loosed a FMJ tipped with a G5. The arrow hit perfect, and after a 10 yard flop the bird was dead. I was in shock, as this was my first spring Tom with my bow. I gave thanks and headed him back to camp.
The Tom had a 10in beard with 1.25 spurs.
First up was my stand. We tied straps to the base and added a gin pole. She came right up with no problem. 4x4 with 11ft legs.
Next was Ryans. We had to employ the landowners little ford tractor for this one, as it was much heavier. Not going to lie, I was a nervous wreak pulling his up, but we made it. A heavy 4x6 on 12ft legs, I hope we don't have to move it any time soon!
Super long read, I know. Just excited to share. Check out how green it is too. Anyways, thanks for reading.
The rain held off Friday afternoon, and we were able to put the finishing touches on our stands. It did rain some during the night, but not enough to keep us from heading out to the pasture Saturday.
Rewind to 6:30 that morning. The alarm went off and I popped out of bed, gathered my bow and other gear, and took out from camp. I could hear a Tom gobbling already from a creek bed not far, and I headed that direction. I set my decoy up in the middle of the road, found a good spot in the brush, and started calling. The Toms would gobble back, but wouldn't come in. Figuring them to have hens, I packed up and eased towards the creek bed. Not far into it, I seen 2 Toms strutting. In front of them were several hens, as I had guessed. Just for giggles, I pulled the call out and gave it a scratch. I nearly jumped out of my boots when a Tom sounded off right beside me. I threw the call down, clipped my release, and got ready. I finally caught movement as a good sized Tom was working to me. He was traveling parallel at about 60 yards. Being farther than I wanted to shoot, I gave a few soft clucks with my mouth. To my surprise, the Tom puffed up and came straight in. At 35 yards, I drew back when he got behind a tree. After what seemed like forever, he stepped out and I loosed a FMJ tipped with a G5. The arrow hit perfect, and after a 10 yard flop the bird was dead. I was in shock, as this was my first spring Tom with my bow. I gave thanks and headed him back to camp.
The Tom had a 10in beard with 1.25 spurs.
First up was my stand. We tied straps to the base and added a gin pole. She came right up with no problem. 4x4 with 11ft legs.
Next was Ryans. We had to employ the landowners little ford tractor for this one, as it was much heavier. Not going to lie, I was a nervous wreak pulling his up, but we made it. A heavy 4x6 on 12ft legs, I hope we don't have to move it any time soon!
Super long read, I know. Just excited to share. Check out how green it is too. Anyways, thanks for reading.
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