The turkey hunting hasn't been too good in my neck of the woods this year. The birds are few and far between it seems. Anyways, on with the story. I was sitting beside a large creek having a conversation with three gobblers on the other side. The creek is normally about 20 yards wide and 7 to 8 feet deep. But with all the rain we've had the entire creek bottom was flooded and now the creek was a hundred yards wide at least. The turkeys were, of course, on the opposite side and no matter what I did I couldn't get them to cross over to me. This went on for at least 2 hours. I would call and they would gobble and some times double gobble but wouldn't budge.
I heard a splash in the water and thought a large fish had jumped. But instead what looked like a 20 pound half-drowned rat emerged from the muddy water. Apparently he liked the hen calls well enough to cross the flooded creek and try to slip up on a meal. I lip squeaked him and he stopped about 25 yards out. That's when the Hand of God sent him to coyote heaven. A mangy male. I may have done him a favor.
Now that wasnt a failure...that woulda been fun :eyebrownod:
Any hunt ending with a dead coyote is a good one. :biggrin:
Pat
A washed hide is always welcome. I bet that was more fun than most anything else you could have been doing. Good job.
Dang Johnny don't you just hate when that happens?
Congrats on the wet dog!
I know your pain on the turkeys, they are few and far between this yr around here to.
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Sounds like a good day out in the woods. I think you did that coyote favor.