Tale of the Hunt

I had been hunting this area along the Platte river near Kearney, NE all spring. Every morning since opening day, I had real nice gobblers answer my calls. I even had one sneak up on me and stick his head right into my blind. WOW! talk about a wake up call. Ever have a Tom gobble about 3 ft away from you!!!

I had taken a few shots with my bow, so close yet so far away. Missed one monster at 25 yds. I know he was 30 lbs. if he was an ounce. I thought I hit him it was so close. As the season wore on fewer and fewer Tom's were seen let alone heard. I was beginning to think I let the nice one get away when out of the trees pops this bright red head and right back into the trees it went. This was my last chance at a bird so I gave him a light cluck and he burst out of the trees like he was on fire!!! That's as close as he was going to get - 50 yds.

He stood there struttin' like he was king. I would purr and give a little yelp and he would gobble his fool head off but he would not take one step closer. I even turned my head to call like a hen walking the other way. Big mistake since he started to lose interest. I knew I had to make my move so as he strutted and turned his back to me, I drew my 60# Bear Whitetail compound, set my sight right on his back and let loose an 85 gr.mechanical Cabela's carbon hunter arrow and dropped him where he stood!!!

There is no better feeling in the world!!