Spurhntr & Bullethead 2017 Wisconsin
Posted: June 4th, 2017, 4:17 pm
To say this trip was one of our best in the last 12 years of hunting Spring Gobblers together in WI may be an understatement.
Arriving at my best buds cabin in WI is always a bit underwhelming, I mean, the view could be better...
We each had 2 tags, and we had 3 days t fill our C tag, and 3 days to fill our D tag.
The weather was perfect, a couple rainy nights as we slept but the rest was turkey hunting perfection.
Each day brought gobbles.
Day three we punched our first tags.
Bullethead tug a bird he had watched just out of range (not really with his T9 handloads) on day 1, at about 630 AM right off the roost. I heard the shot, and waited for the pictures to be texted as I was about a half mile away.
It took me until about 930 to score, having watched 7 gobblers court 5 different hens for HOURS. Miraculously the entire flock came in, and a problem Id like to have more often was in front of me...dear Lord let ONE separate. The boss bird, and his brother, who will be mentioned (and photographed
)again in season D, kept their heads neatly intertwined with about 5 hens. As they got unsettled and started to realize something wasn't kosher the stutter of a group of 3 separated and I thought, "a bird in the hand...." And he laid still at the shot. Of course when I got back to camp my usual sandbagging sad sap face initially told Matt aka Bullethead I will likely eat my Season C tag. He hadn't heard the shot. He knows my antics too well, and soon figured out my hoax.
A back at camp photo the last day of season C...
At that, we for the most part dedicated season D, the 3 days we had of it before heading home, to hunting exclusively for the two boss Toms I saw with that group, the one simply a tank bird. The local neighborhood residents even named this bird, he was the talk of the town.
In short, I had one of them about 5 yards over head on the roost for about an hour one morn...oooops, too close. He flew down, gobbling, made a loop, I moved, got close, no cigar, he knew the terrain better than I. next morn I had dekes in place right where they wanted to be EVERY day strutting, Callie Morris real dekes....and, they literally saw em, gobbled at em for 15 minutes 100X, and shy'ed away from them heading to my buddy bullethead hundreds of yards away. He called once, they changed direction. Escaped.
Day 3, our last day, we had a plan. Hunt the 2 hens these two met every day. We setup about 30 yards from where these 2 hens kept entering the field. This morn, only 1 showed. And she was enough. They didn't hang up this time, and she didn't make us. Sweet victory...
This was the only day of 6 Bullethead and I hunted together, and I'm glad we did!!!!
When I turned over his bird...I near fell over...HOOKS like Ive never seen. I very real 1.75" spurs.
My bird was no slouch either with 1.5" hooks...
The 15 hour drive out is always fun, anticipation high, with a lifelong friend.
This year, the 15 hour drive back was a breeze.
Time to make some turkey sausage now.
Both birds are at the tax man.
Matt, feel free to chime in and add or correct my story here, or elaborate on your experiences.
I already look forward to next year old friend.
Todd, aka Spurhntr
Arriving at my best buds cabin in WI is always a bit underwhelming, I mean, the view could be better...
We each had 2 tags, and we had 3 days t fill our C tag, and 3 days to fill our D tag.
The weather was perfect, a couple rainy nights as we slept but the rest was turkey hunting perfection.
Each day brought gobbles.
Day three we punched our first tags.
Bullethead tug a bird he had watched just out of range (not really with his T9 handloads) on day 1, at about 630 AM right off the roost. I heard the shot, and waited for the pictures to be texted as I was about a half mile away.
It took me until about 930 to score, having watched 7 gobblers court 5 different hens for HOURS. Miraculously the entire flock came in, and a problem Id like to have more often was in front of me...dear Lord let ONE separate. The boss bird, and his brother, who will be mentioned (and photographed
)again in season D, kept their heads neatly intertwined with about 5 hens. As they got unsettled and started to realize something wasn't kosher the stutter of a group of 3 separated and I thought, "a bird in the hand...." And he laid still at the shot. Of course when I got back to camp my usual sandbagging sad sap face initially told Matt aka Bullethead I will likely eat my Season C tag. He hadn't heard the shot. He knows my antics too well, and soon figured out my hoax.A back at camp photo the last day of season C...
At that, we for the most part dedicated season D, the 3 days we had of it before heading home, to hunting exclusively for the two boss Toms I saw with that group, the one simply a tank bird. The local neighborhood residents even named this bird, he was the talk of the town.
In short, I had one of them about 5 yards over head on the roost for about an hour one morn...oooops, too close. He flew down, gobbling, made a loop, I moved, got close, no cigar, he knew the terrain better than I. next morn I had dekes in place right where they wanted to be EVERY day strutting, Callie Morris real dekes....and, they literally saw em, gobbled at em for 15 minutes 100X, and shy'ed away from them heading to my buddy bullethead hundreds of yards away. He called once, they changed direction. Escaped.
Day 3, our last day, we had a plan. Hunt the 2 hens these two met every day. We setup about 30 yards from where these 2 hens kept entering the field. This morn, only 1 showed. And she was enough. They didn't hang up this time, and she didn't make us. Sweet victory...
This was the only day of 6 Bullethead and I hunted together, and I'm glad we did!!!!
When I turned over his bird...I near fell over...HOOKS like Ive never seen. I very real 1.75" spurs.
My bird was no slouch either with 1.5" hooks...
The 15 hour drive out is always fun, anticipation high, with a lifelong friend.
This year, the 15 hour drive back was a breeze.
Time to make some turkey sausage now.
Both birds are at the tax man.
Matt, feel free to chime in and add or correct my story here, or elaborate on your experiences.
I already look forward to next year old friend.
Todd, aka Spurhntr
