
Friday afternoon my girls got out of school early so I took them out to Bedford County for a "deer hunt." We poked around my friend's farm a bit and didn't see any deer, but we did spot a big gang of turkeys. We stuck around to pinpoint the wooded hollow in which they roosted, and then I faced a dilemma. Should I hunt turkeys or deer the next morning?
I ended up doing both, hauling in both my muzzleloader and my shotgun. (I know it's legal to shoot turkeys with a muzzleloader but it's not my thing.)
(Note added by Mark Taylor on Dec. 27: Well, it may be legal to shoot turkeys with a muzzleloader or even a high-powered rifle, but it turns out it's not legal to carry another firearm while muzzleloader hunting. So DON'T DO THIS. As soon as a friend pointed out my mistake I sent an e-mail to a senior conservation police officer, self-reporting my violation, which is detailed in the original blog entry. Because I'm not hiding anything, I've left the blog entry intact below. I'm awaiting the conservation police officer's reply. As I wrote in a comment below this entry, people who know me know I hold myself to high ethical standards and try to do things by the book. I fell short in this case. I'm sorry and I'm willing to accept the consequences.)
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I knew that if I got in there before first light, sat down and waited for the turkeys to hit the ground I would have a good chance of killing one. Pretty much a sure thing. But I wanted a little more fun than that. So I decided I would try to get in there and flush them off the roost, hoping they would scatter well. Then I'd sit there and try to call one back in.
I got in there at a good time, put all my stuff on the ground and got ready to run under them for the flush. Unfortunately the flush didn't go as well as it could have and most of the birds went off in one direction. But a few scattered so there was hope. I set up a little ground blind and started calling. I got immediate answers.
Unfortunately there was at least one boss hen in the main flock and the separated birds were heading to her, skirting about 100 yards below me.
About 7:30 or so I heard a noise and looked to my left. Two does were crossing the hollow about 20 yards away, to my left. They were in a hurry and by the time I put the shotgun down and picked up the muzzleloader they were across the hollow and about 50 yards away. Then another deer came in right there and gave me a perfect shot. Unfortunately he was a young buck, a spike or four-pointer -- a non-shooter on a place where we're doing our best to get doe numbers under control. By the time I got back to the does they were out of range.
The way the situation unfolded I suspect that buck was chasing those does, which would indicate some secondary rutting activity. I really think the doe-to-buck ratio is so out of whack that all the does can't possibly get bred the first time around.
I went back to the turkeys. Sure enough, a couple minutes later another doe came in above me, about 40 yards away. She was dead downwind but I was totally in Scent-Lok and she didn't smell me. But she did see me as I aimed, She turned toward me but didn't spook. As I've written previously, I'm not crazy about head-on shots. But it was that or nothing. I actually hit her a bit high, at the base of neck, and she dropped. I guess my excuse for the shot is that it was over my right shoulder and I was shooting off-hand. But it all worked out. I'm pretty sure this is the biggest of the four does I've killed this year, and I think her field-dressed weight was about 100 pounds.
A few minutes later a turkey came in. He was a nice young gobbler with maybe an 8-inch beard. But he got no closer than 50 yards and I just wasn't going to try that with the shotgun. That was it for turkeys. Pretty pitiful to roost 40 turkeys not kill one, isn't it?
I actually had two more does come by but both were small so I didn't shoot.
When I got home my wife said, "So, you're done deer hunting now, right?" I probably am done hunting for myself because even though I've already give away three hindquarters, my freezer will now be sufficiently stocked for the next 10 months. But I may still try to get out a couple more times. If I get another one it will go to friends or Hunters for the Hungry.