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The Christian Outdoorsman. Steven George Coy
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isbn 9781649694638
Автор произведения Steven George Coy
Жанр Хобби, Ремесла
Издательство Ingram
So there was no question in my mind who was going to squeeze off the first shot if a gobbler stepped into view. The lead hen was now barely nine yards in front of us.
Suddenly another bird walked out following the two hens—it was another hen. Where was the gobbler? He had to be coming. A fourth hen walked out, then a fifth. Five turkeys were now walking single file in front of us. The gobbler had to be coming soon.
A sixth turkey walked into view—another hen.
Then it happened. Here came the gobbler, in full strut. What a sight! But he was not alone. Right behind him strutted another mature gobbler. A double dose! Wow!
I whispered to Jedekiah, “Take the one on the right.” I hoped he heard me. I couldn’t speak any louder. One hen already had her head up, cocking an ear toward us. She had heard something that wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what. Again I repeated myself in a hushed whisper, “Take the one on the right”.
The bead of my shotgun now tracked the neck of the second gobbler. I waited. I would not shoot until I heard the blast of my son’s shotgun. It was all or none. Seconds passed. I knew Jedekiah was on the lead bird, but he must have been waiting for a clear shot.
Finally he fired. I didn’t wait to see the results. I squeezed on the second bird a split second later. When the dust had settled, so to speak, two mature gobblers were down for the count, kicking and flapping their wings in expiration. Their gobbling days were over.
Probably more than 25 gobblers have fallen to my gun over the years. But never have I experienced the thrill of downing two birds at the same time with a hunting partner. And to do it with my son on his first licensed spring gobbler hunt was definitely a blessing of the Lord.
I looked over to Jedekiah. He had not moved. He slowly spoke, somewhat in disbelief, “This is too easy.” Then he looked over to me and said, “You spoil me, dad.” Well, a dad loves to spoil his children with good gifts, but I knew who was the real Giver of this beautiful gift.
We walked over to the downed birds and looked them over, admiring their beauty. One had a beard of 8 and one-half inches. The other beard was about the same length except for two strands that extended a full 10 inches. We finally picked them up by their legs and walked back to my belly bag that held our camera. I gave thanks to the Lord for his goodness and provision.
As we finished our inspection of the birds, we heard a gobbler sound off back near where we had parked our vehicle. When he gobbled the second or third time, I whispered, “Let’s see if we can call him in.”
Well, this bird was hot to trot. My theory is that he was also with the flock, maybe coming in behind the two gobblers we had bagged. Now, he was mad and hot and looking for his ladies. He quickly returned a gobble or double-gobble each time I yelped.
We knelt with our birds between us. We were dressed in full camo, but we were basically in the open. I knew it was safer now to remain motionless where we were rather than try to move into cover. We would wait and see just how close this ol’ boss would come.
As he approached us through the oak-brush, we could now hear him drumming. He was very close. Finally we saw him in full strut. Since our tags were now filled and we were not afraid of spooking him prematurely, I would yelp just to see him stretch his neck in full gobble, often times double-gobbling. This tom was about as hot as they get.
He walked slowly by us within ten yards - struttin’, drummin’, gobblin’, and seemingly mad as a hornet that he could not spot one of his hens. What a show. This display went on for at least five minutes as he circled our position, hammering out his orders all the way. He proceeded to make a half circle around us, and finally faded away to the west, gobblin’ as he went, still looking for his hens. I’m sure he found them before the morning was over.
It was now 7 a.m. What an outstanding turkey hunt we had just experienced. The sun had not yet risen over the mountaintop. It was a beautiful spring morning—especially for a dad to be out with his son.
We weren’t sure we wanted to go home yet, so we returned the birds to our vehicle and then just walked and talked and listened to the sounds of the outdoors awakening. A couple more gobblers were heard in the distance. We were relishing the spring morning and the experience we had just shared.
Indeed, we had been blessed—blessed with a Double Dose of Mountain Merriams.
SGCoy 12/2001
Ram Showdown
FOREWORD
This story was originally published in the November/December 1989 issue of the now defunct magazine, Christian Outdoorsman— from whence the vision for this TCO book was birthed in the early ‘90’s. The story was also purchased by Outdoor Life magazine and eventually published August 1990 in a much edited form (not approved by the author) under the title, Cliffhanger Ram. It was later published in the North American Sheep Foundation’s magazine entitled Wild Sheep. The Wild Sheep staff had seen the original story in the Christian Outdoorsman and requested publishing permission from the author, who maintained final editing rights on their somewhat shortened version.
Here is, for your enjoyment and His glory, “Ram Showdown”...
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