Second shift. If you read my prior post. You read where I missed a 18 yard chip shot
. After replaying it over in my head and punishing myself. I shook out the cobwebs and started to pack up. As I was packing up I heard a distant gobble
I hurry up and head towards the gobbling Bird. I set up and start to work him. He answers once and a while but not showing any real interest. I decided it was time for breakfast. Some boiled eggs and some zero water. Waiting on him to show himself the winds start to howell. This set up is over. Wanting to call it a morning. I have this one spot I hunt often and have killed plenty of birds there. It’s a long lane that runs lower than the pastures above it. The winds are often better along the Lane.
I debated to go or not with the wind so strong. Having remembered I lost a slate call down that lane my last trip I figured if nothing else I could look for it and do some recon. Besides. That’s the direction the bird I missed wondered off in.
As I approached the end of the lane and the wide open bean field. I pause from a distance to scout the field. As I’m looking deep into the distant field. I catch some movement and the sound of a hen mermering. poop!!
There they are right there at the gate. Just the other side. I drop straight to the ground. He’s looking my way! Through the brush along the fence row I can see his head straight up and looking. Hear I am plopped down in the middle of this lane with no cover. Still packing my pack and all my gear. I try and get my bipod legs up and set.
Man this is happening fast. He’s moving to an opening right to left. One leg set is all I can get before he presents himself.
Screw it! One is better than none. He’s on the other side of a farm gate. With the wind just screaming. I’m going for it. About 20 yards. He looks and pauses for a nano second. It’s time!
I ease into the trigger and squeeze. SMACK!! He shoot straight up and takes flight right over me. I know he’s hit. I watched him struggle to maintain flight. He flies about 75 yards and crashes to the open field along a thick fence row.
I wait and watch. Nothing I can do just yet. He’s on the other side of the fence. He’s struggling to hold his head up but is. I sneaked up on him very slowly looking for a clear gap in the fence for a follow up shot. Slowly like a cat I close the distance and find my gap. He’s just 12 yards or so in clear sight. I lean the Falcon Tomanator on the fence to steady my aim. He’s facing away from me so the back of the head is all I got. I hold for the distance and fire. SMACK!! It’s over.
Redemption!!
Nice 3 year old.
Relentless pursuit!
