turkey junky wrote:till this day i have never seen a smaller turkey killed BESIDES TREEROOSTER lol that is tiny but they do taste good...
In the interest of full disclosure, charlie has killed turkeys smaller, he just didn't record any photographic type evidence.
Fall turkeys use to give me fits trying to figure out and understand how to call them in. The only turkeys I killed were while bowhunting, I refer to those as accidental turkeys; they just happened by. Because of this fall turkey hunting stayed on my back-burner for several years.
Then one year after listening and watching flocks of turkeys for so long it was time to setup to call them in and kill one on purpose. An early rise put me in the woods all day searching for turkeys, the only flocks encountered had fur and hooves making me kick myself for getting distracted from bowhunting.
Frustrated, I decided to head back late afternoon in order to deer hunt before dark. Low and behold; I stumbled into a large flock of turkeys, some scattering and some hanging around in the undergrowth kee-keeing their heads off with the hens sounding off their assembly calls. Quickly setting up I imitated the hen's call, in short order I was surrounded by raucous turkeys popping their heads above the low brush to look and then just as quick back down to make more noise. It was like that whack a mole game my kids played. To my surprise my heart was racing as if a trophy gobbler was hammering his way in.
Two fast shots and two turkeys fell to the ground. In those days WI only allowed 1 tag 2 if you were lucky on the second draw. I was lucky.
I'll never forget the sinking feeling in my stomach standing over those tiny piles of feathers wondering where my "big" turkeys went, it was like they shrunk. Embarrassment crept into my mind as wondered if I could bring myself to register them knowing registration Dave would never let me live this down. Understanding the importance of reporting kills to the DNR it was time to suck it up and endure.
Just as anticipated the mockery at the station was tough, these days it might be called bullying.
The last laugh was mine. Those turkeys were hands down the finest eating I had ever carried out of the woods, any guilt or embarrassment is long gone. Hunting to eat is a large part of my motivation to hunt.