perma
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Well no birds to brag about but I also can’t complain about no opportunities. Once again, e-scouting paid dividends.
The goal was to get my dad to bag one since he’s never hunted in WY before and it would be his first turkey as well as mine. I opted to hold off on shots just because I live here and have plenty of time to harvest one.
Gobbling everywhere. I’ve never heard so much activity before. I saw elk deer turkey and pronghorn everywhere. It was a good trip just based on the wildlife viewing.
We had two close calls; the first was on a parcel of state land we knew a Tom was hanging out on. We side hilled it for about a half mile and sat while some knucklehead was switching between crow and yelps. Dad had the higher ground and I had the lower ground. I happened to look up to shake my head at what a dork the other hunter was when I turned further and found the Tom. I loaded a shell and then thought twice since dad was 45 degrees in front of me. I signaled to him to turn around but by that time he was covered in brush. He ended up in a foot race only to lose him on private land. I laughed so hard.
The last day sit yielded nothing so we opted to drive back to camp to pack up. As we’re talking about the next trips plans, he shouts to stop. In some creek drainage, there was 3 Tom’s that I never saw. He got out and got into the willow brush and had actually taken two shots at one. Missed both with shots too high. Again, laughed a lot.
Best turkey hunt ever. And I didn’t come home with anything more than a stray feather and some good memories. And the best part; I still got a tag to fill and some more hunting to do.
The goal was to get my dad to bag one since he’s never hunted in WY before and it would be his first turkey as well as mine. I opted to hold off on shots just because I live here and have plenty of time to harvest one.
Gobbling everywhere. I’ve never heard so much activity before. I saw elk deer turkey and pronghorn everywhere. It was a good trip just based on the wildlife viewing.
We had two close calls; the first was on a parcel of state land we knew a Tom was hanging out on. We side hilled it for about a half mile and sat while some knucklehead was switching between crow and yelps. Dad had the higher ground and I had the lower ground. I happened to look up to shake my head at what a dork the other hunter was when I turned further and found the Tom. I loaded a shell and then thought twice since dad was 45 degrees in front of me. I signaled to him to turn around but by that time he was covered in brush. He ended up in a foot race only to lose him on private land. I laughed so hard.
The last day sit yielded nothing so we opted to drive back to camp to pack up. As we’re talking about the next trips plans, he shouts to stop. In some creek drainage, there was 3 Tom’s that I never saw. He got out and got into the willow brush and had actually taken two shots at one. Missed both with shots too high. Again, laughed a lot.
Best turkey hunt ever. And I didn’t come home with anything more than a stray feather and some good memories. And the best part; I still got a tag to fill and some more hunting to do.