1963beretta
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- Vaughan, Ontario
We’ll today’s hunt was eventful. I was able to get out with VictoryXC who I was hoping would pack some luck in his blind bag. Once we got everything set up and settled in, I noticed hen roosting 15 yards away from my set up. Birds were pretty quiet this morning with the exception of a Tom gobbling on the adjacent property. At about 7:30, a group of birds on the adjacent property made there way in. From what I could see, it was a henned up Tom. They circled the perimeter of the field, with the Tom in full strut, but I could not separate him from the hens. They eventually buggered off. I repositioned my decoy so that birds from the adjacent property could clearly see it if anything should come back. Things got really quiet for the next few hours until at about 10:00, a Tom in the same adjacent field gobbled to VictoryXC’s calling. In short time, there were two other birds gobbling from two other directions. As I focus on the birds behind me, I finally spot a white, red and blue head through a cedar. Game on!! This bird was very cautious and was very slow coming toward me. Again, always in full strut and hoping to draw out the hen he thinks is calling. 30 minutes later, and he doesn’t commit and again turns to leave. Not wanting this opportunity to pass, I reposition myself for a shot through the same cedars and start calling him in again hoping the walks through the same pathway. With the gun mounted and the target location acquired, i wait for him to return. It took about 20 mins, but he came back and walked right in the line of fire. As soon as his head passed the cedar I was anticipated, he dropped in his tracks.
Not an overly impressive bird and not nearly as big as the one I saw earlier in the morning, but this bird will likely be my most memorable. So in a previous post I told a story of a bird I wounded and lost. Well today’s Tom was that same wounded bird that I swore wouldn't make it past the day. When I first retrieved the bird, it was obvious that his tail was shot up and quite a few of its feathers on one wing were damaged with dried blood. I started to wonder if this could actually be the bird I lost on Monday. Well it appears to be the same bird. When I was cleaning it, it had a badly wounded wing and some superficials scars on the skin of it neck. The same side that the tail was shot up, and the same side that was facing me in Monday when I blew the shot.
So when I joked about bringing my lucky charm, VictoryXC, I could not have imagined how much luck he would truly bring
Tale of the tape...
19lbs
1” spurs
9” beard
Not an overly impressive bird and not nearly as big as the one I saw earlier in the morning, but this bird will likely be my most memorable. So in a previous post I told a story of a bird I wounded and lost. Well today’s Tom was that same wounded bird that I swore wouldn't make it past the day. When I first retrieved the bird, it was obvious that his tail was shot up and quite a few of its feathers on one wing were damaged with dried blood. I started to wonder if this could actually be the bird I lost on Monday. Well it appears to be the same bird. When I was cleaning it, it had a badly wounded wing and some superficials scars on the skin of it neck. The same side that the tail was shot up, and the same side that was facing me in Monday when I blew the shot.
So when I joked about bringing my lucky charm, VictoryXC, I could not have imagined how much luck he would truly bring
Tale of the tape...
19lbs
1” spurs
9” beard
