NMBlackgold wrote:Indaswamp, do you have a famously named turkey story?
long...but you asked for it....
Yea...we got a few. most famous one is clockwise. Every time that turkey would come in, he would circle you....clockwise. He would come straight in to about 100-150 yards and gobble, then he would swing to the right and gobble 45 degrees to the right...then he would shut up - and sneak in either directly behind you or over your left shoulder. we lost count how many times either he or one of his hens busted us...don't know why that bird continued to do that move....
we hunted this bird for 2 seasons and still couldn't hair-lip him! The following season we donated a turkey hunt on this place to the local NWTF chapter to be raffled off at their banquet. A newbie that wanted to learn the ropes from the locally appointed expert turkey hunters bought it ( They had just stocked turkeys locally 4 years prior and some guys were curious about hunting 'em).
Well lo and behold...the morning arrived and Dad was to take this guy on the place. (My brother and I couldn't do it because we were scheduled to be in Mississippi-conflict on schedules-so dad said he'd take the guy-Thanks DAD!!) He was familiar with ole clockwise...he's the one that primarialy fooled with him the first season-and he's the one that named him. He handed him over to my brother and I the following season after calling him up directly behind him -10 yards on his off gun side and couldn't close the deal on opening day...he knew that it was the same bird...same M.O. he left him alone and went off to kill a hot 2 yr old to vent some frustration.
Well, Dad's got this new guy with him and ole clockwise gobbles from his favorite ridge...by this season ole clockwise has a long, loud, shrill, screaming gobble- the mark of a mature bird. he gobbles only once really early....a little later, other birds start gobbling and when some crows fly over ole clockwise, he lets out a blood curling, hair raising scream! All the other birds for a 800 yard radius shut-up! now, ole clockwise gets cranked up -knowing he owns the woods- the new guy says that he wants to hunt that bird because he read in the NWTF magazine that this ole bird must be the dominate bird since all the other birds shut-up...and he wants a trophy!
"O.K." Dad says...but we are in for a long drawn-out hunt...it won't be over and done with quick. This is one smart ole bird!!
Dad figured it was ole clockwise...didn't know for sure -just a gut feeling.
They eased up on the ridge to a flat that he knew birds roosted in that area liked to go to...not far from the edge of the ridge-and about 200 yards from where ole clockwise was roosted. There was an old cattle trail coming up the ridge in a saddle directly in front of where they set up...Dad figured that the bird would come up that trail...as had numerous birds he's killed from the very tree they set up against. piece of cake right!....Well dad let the woods wake-up...and when he heard the bird turn on the limb and gobble in his direction, right before fly-down, he used his wing and flew down.....no call...ole clockwise responded with a double -gobble that'll make your spine tingle!! dad wispered"he's going to pitch out to us-he's facing our way" and sure enough he did. He hit the ground at about 150 yrds. and gobbled on the ground. Dad told the newbie to point his gun at the cattle trail where it went down the ridge. 20 minutes go by and turkeys way far off could be heard gobbling...nothing out front. Finally, a hen appeared. Dad wispered"that bird should be coming behind those hens-keep your eye's sharp..."
Dad softly clucks and purrs...the hen answers....nothing. then she gets excited and immediately to the right at about 45 degrees ole clockwise lets out a scream 120 yards away! the newbie is startled by the gobble, his gun barrel twitches and the hen's head goes up...she's looking now. she clucks...she's about 100 yards away ...luckly, the cows in the field walk by not 200 yards behind them ...one of 'em bellows and that calms her down..she goes back to feeding and milling around, slowly walking to the right. She finally goes over the ridge out of sight. Dad whispers to the newbie"that turkey is going to walk up the draw behind us and come in around over our left shoulder behind us- I want you to put your back to where that bird just gobbled."
"The newbie is in complete SHOCK!! This is not in any book he's ever read, he's thinking that this old man wants to shoot this bird for himself!"
So as Dad turns his head and faces to where he just told the newbie to face, the newbie stays put....with his back to the flat and the field way behind it. Dad is intense...he know now that it's ole clockwise he's fooling with....And he knows that clockwise likes to go up the draw in the saddle between them and the field....where he is not visible from this vantage point...and circle around over the left shoulder as you face the roost...He knows that if this newbie just does as told...he will get a shot at a true trophy gobbler. About this time, a young two yr. old gobbles down in the draw, about 200 yards past where ole clockwise last gobbled. Dad knows it ain't the same bird-not the newbie...he's fit to be tied with the adrenilin and excitement-he thinks it's ole clockwise going away!
25 minutes go by, Dad knows that ole clockwise is taking his time - like the direction he always likes to come in. Just then, Dad sees a glimps of white way off at 120 yards...his blood is pumping now! here comes showdown time!!! the bird is big, throwing his weight from side to side...almost waddling. He stops-looking....about that time, the 2yr. old gobbles 150 yards closer...the newbie is beside himself....he's thinking the game is going according to plan, just like in the books and hunting shows...Boy was he wrong!!
Ole clockwise raises his head just slightly....and turns one eye in dismay to the direction of the gobble...he knows that young bird won't step foot on this flat....so does Dad. The hen that walked off reappears directly behind dad, in the direction of the 2yr. old. She starts yelping when she reaches the top of the ridge...the 2yr. old gobbles. not 100 yards away. Clockwise just breaks down into strut...walking directly to dad-but behind the newbie facing the wrong way. The ole bird is walking slowly in strut....the hen is going to him now...the hen stops and clucks. Then she does some excited cutting and yelping ....ole clockwise can't stand it and let's out a scream so loud that the newbie is startled again. Oh SH!T!!!!
Oh sh!t is right...he's in the wrong position. Dad just marvels at the show not 40 yards in front of him. he whispers to the newbie..."take him"-nothing. "shoot that bird!"
The newbie whispers back"I can't!! I'm facing the wrong way!!"
Dad sighs...the guy blew it. ole clockwise gobbles again, and the hen runs over to him....they walk off away from dad not spooked. The 2yr. old wasn't heard from again that morning.
Dad finally calls in ole clockwise and outsmarts one tough ole bird and the shooter blows it!!
Dad is BEEMING inside-he knew he could kill him if he roosted there again!! The newbie is dejected!!
Dad stands up, and walks over to the newbie...asks him "why didn't you turn around?"
"I thought you were joking...I thought you were going to kill that bird-and wanted me to face the other way so I couldn't get a shot..."
Dad explains the story with ole clockwise and the newbie receives some very valuable education...when you are in the woods with someone that is way more experienced at hunting turkeys than you-on their home turf-do as you are instructed....your odds go up exponetially that way....ask questions later!!
about this time, another bird gobbles off in the direction of the truck. dad says to the guy, "lets go get on another bird shall we....this time do as I say O.K."
The guy ends up killing a hot suicidal 2 yr. old that worked on a string late in the morning..he followed Dad's instructions to a T ...he is happy and says so...but continues to regret not listening to Dad earlier.
Two weeks later, Dad ends up killing ole clockwise from the same tree...he did the same thing and he knew the bird was dead when went to the right....gobbles in the same spot....
He was a big bird indeed for Mississippi-23 lbs. had 1 1/2" spurs with a thick 11" beard. This bird was at least a 4 yr old...maybe 5. I was glad Dad was the one to kill him, he deserved to be the one to hair lip 'em...after enduring the newbie....and the newbie was right-Dad did kill him-just not the day he suspected!!