What a great 3 days up at Lake Henshaw with family & friends....Scouted Friday with Phil (my TSS man)...Then decided to do some crappie and bass fishing in the lake...The crappie didn't cooperate, but the bass did...3 on on a blade and 3 on Senkos in about an hour...I haven't kept a freshwater bass in years, but with the BBQ, I decided to keep two (and they were delish).
Friday night lots of folks came by (it was also my happy birthday....lol). The stories of old times and great hunts is something I always look forward too...Great food, lots of drink, and great deserts (Mark, the blue fin and shichimi was awesome)...Very little sleep was had...lol
Saturday morning with Stefanie and Jacob started out with high hopes...Birds were going off and I thought we were in a good position...Not!...After flydown and not getting a smell, we packed it in and went and had breakfast...Went back to the cabin, let the dogs out, and then headed back up the mountain...Got settled in for the long haul and after about 30 minutes, Jacob got on glass call. And almost instantly a hen cuts him off (I had just called on the box & slate)...He calls again and she fires back again...A few minutes go by and we put a visual on her...She's yelping pretty good and she's followed by another hen and a gobbler...When he clears the brush line and gets to within about 33 yds...Stefanie lets loose...Down goes Frazier!...18-4 lbs, 8 1/4" beard, and about 3/4" spurs...Very exciting...
Saturday night more folks came by...Venison chili, fresh bass, a great homemade potato salad, more drinks, and birthday cake...Slept like a rock....lol
Sunday morning was the polar opposite of Saturday morning...Heard a couple of faint gobbles and 2 gobbles closer right at flydown (6:25 am)...No visual on any turkeys...Stefanie had decided to sleep in. So, Jacob & I were going to hunt till 11:00 am...After a couple of hours, I decided to go get my binos that I had forgot...Walking back up the hill...I thought I heard a faint gobble in the distance (9:30 am)...Once I got settled in, I got on the old Primos Box Cutter...Thought I heard a gobble again...Jacob did not hear it...A few minutes go by and I hit it again...This time we both heard him... One more time and he's closing the distance...Hit him one last time and he's within a 100 yds...Within a few minutes, Jacob spots him sneaking thru the woods...He goes behind a big pine tree at 30 yds, but no shot...Don't know what he saw, but suddenly his head goes up periscope, and turns to leave...Unfortunately for him, there was a good shooting lane behind the pine...Down goes number 2...19-10, 9", 1 1/8 hooks.
Man, this stuff never gets old.....
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Friday night lots of folks came by (it was also my happy birthday....lol). The stories of old times and great hunts is something I always look forward too...Great food, lots of drink, and great deserts (Mark, the blue fin and shichimi was awesome)...Very little sleep was had...lol
Saturday morning with Stefanie and Jacob started out with high hopes...Birds were going off and I thought we were in a good position...Not!...After flydown and not getting a smell, we packed it in and went and had breakfast...Went back to the cabin, let the dogs out, and then headed back up the mountain...Got settled in for the long haul and after about 30 minutes, Jacob got on glass call. And almost instantly a hen cuts him off (I had just called on the box & slate)...He calls again and she fires back again...A few minutes go by and we put a visual on her...She's yelping pretty good and she's followed by another hen and a gobbler...When he clears the brush line and gets to within about 33 yds...Stefanie lets loose...Down goes Frazier!...18-4 lbs, 8 1/4" beard, and about 3/4" spurs...Very exciting...
Saturday night more folks came by...Venison chili, fresh bass, a great homemade potato salad, more drinks, and birthday cake...Slept like a rock....lol
Sunday morning was the polar opposite of Saturday morning...Heard a couple of faint gobbles and 2 gobbles closer right at flydown (6:25 am)...No visual on any turkeys...Stefanie had decided to sleep in. So, Jacob & I were going to hunt till 11:00 am...After a couple of hours, I decided to go get my binos that I had forgot...Walking back up the hill...I thought I heard a faint gobble in the distance (9:30 am)...Once I got settled in, I got on the old Primos Box Cutter...Thought I heard a gobble again...Jacob did not hear it...A few minutes go by and I hit it again...This time we both heard him... One more time and he's closing the distance...Hit him one last time and he's within a 100 yds...Within a few minutes, Jacob spots him sneaking thru the woods...He goes behind a big pine tree at 30 yds, but no shot...Don't know what he saw, but suddenly his head goes up periscope, and turns to leave...Unfortunately for him, there was a good shooting lane behind the pine...Down goes number 2...19-10, 9", 1 1/8 hooks.
Man, this stuff never gets old.....
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