Tomfoolery...

It's getting to be that time of year.  Gobble Gobble.

I spend a lot of time searching this things out and finding places to hunt.  But just to spite me, there's a large flock in my darn neighborhood that are safe from my calls and ultimately, my Benelli.

Driving home I came around the corner to a very special sight, 2 very mature tom's beating the hell out of each other.  

They were so absorbed in the fight that I stopped my car, grabbed my Iphone and snapped away for 5 minutes.  Only after one asserted dominance did they wander off into the bushes

Here's where the pecking order was confirmed

They spent a long time biting each other and chest bumping.  These birds werent jakes, but full blown boss toms.  Sex and turkey testosterone are crazy things.

Good luck this turkey season. 

Where Turkey's Should Have been....

Volume 1

Volume 2

Volume 3

And lastly, Volume 4.

For the first time in about 7 years, I was fortunate to hunt opening day with OMR.  We did everything right, scouted and had birds put to bed the night before.  Nothing more exciting than sippin on some good wine after a great steak and listening to birds gobble their fool heads off telling me exactly where I should be the next moring.

Every place I put a picture up here had active birds in it.  First place, off the roost they went and the boss tom took his girls elsewhere.  All the other places, we got responses....but nobody was tooooo lovestruck to come investigate fully.

So is hunting, cant win all the time....that unless your Charlie Sheen

Till next time Mr Turkey, till next time.