On the road with the traveling turkey hunter, part 3 | Sports

The big turkey eater had stayed in the same place for a long time, motionless. He was behind a tree, I couldn’t see him very well, and of course I was in a twisted position. My discomfort was getting worse every second and I knew I couldn’t move. (Turkey hunters will understand) My buddy Dave Miller was planted beside me, he wasn’t moving either, and the minutes ticked by like eons in a beautiful Missouri creek backdrop.

Oh wait, I forgot, when we stopped on this story last time, we were in the middle of Dave Miller facing a turkey, not me. For those who might be late on this little adventure, I went to Missouri a few weeks ago to go turkey hunting with Dave Miller who is the shotgun guru at CZ-USA. (www.cz-usa.com) Mr. Miller, you may recall, is the Shotgun Product Manager and Professional Shooter at CZ-USA, a Kansas City-based gun manufacturer that manufactures shotguns quite breathtaking hunts. I’ve been turkey hunting with Dave for the past few years and it’s always a good time. You can always count on Miller to provide the two most important ingredients for any turkey hunt. One, he’ll put you in the turkeys, two, he’ll make sure you’re well fed!

Anyway, the last time you’ll remember, Dave Miller put his nose to a fearsome field turkey (with a huge beard). I was an observer, seated in the front row. Dave had to do a low crawl across the rain-soaked field to get into position and when he unfurled his “harvesting” umbrella, which depicts a tall gobbler in full leg, the tall gobbler began his way without delay. I watched in amazement as this turkey walked quickly towards what he saw as an intruder in his yard. 100 yards, 75 yards, mostly full strut, this turkey was closing the gap. I watched in amazement, as I always do when the “venting” or harvesting technique works. I can’t believe this fat turkey is gonna walk straight into the danger zone. But he did. I thought Dave would let him get closer but about 55 yards, Boom! The gobbler was down, I mean he didn’t even kick. Remington Premier TSS loads and the CZ-USA Reaper Magnum shotgun he used did the job.

Well, as usual, there were lots of high fives and congratulations. He was a handsome, tall gobbler from Missouri with a brush-like beard. They grow them big here in Missouri, this turkey was 24 ¼ pounds, we have gobblers that big in the mountains where I live in West Virginia, but that’s pretty rare. We got Dave’s turkey in the truck, what about me now?

We decide to head down the creek to this beautiful property Dave found. Just before descending the hill, we decide to call just to be careful and a resounding rumble greets us in the direction we were going. I call a few minutes later and another goblet sounds, this time closer. This turkey is coming!

Now a wild scramble ensues as we try to hide before the turkey appears. An old barn or shed is right in our path, and we quickly swim and peek out the back window. Now you are pretty much where we were when I started telling you about this part of the adventure. Miller is to my right with a range finder, whispering updates to me on the yard line the turkey is on, I’m as usual in a tense position and of course I can’t move. I think several civilizations may have risen and fallen while we waited for that turkey to move, but Dave said it was only a few minutes. Finally, finally, the tall gobbler took a few hesitant steps and began to move forward. Looking at the gobbler through the Vortex Venom red dot optics, I realize that it is moving at an angle and will soon go too far to my right and probably end up behind some brush. All turkey hunters know this scenario, the turkey does not approach, it can get behind something and change its address. It’s now or never. “62 yards Miller is breathing. I put the dot on the gobbler’s neck, say a quick prayer, and pull the trigger. The shotgun roars and I lose sight of the turkey for a moment.

Dave laughs in excitement and the gobbler is down like he’s been hit with an anvil. The Remington TSS and the Reaper Magnum scored again. Even if he doesn’t move, I get to the turkey as fast as I can and thank heaven for giving me the chance to catch another beautiful wild turkey. This one is almost a twin to Dave’s turkey, though it weighs a quarter pound less and its beard isn’t quite as big. I don’t care, it’s a big, beautiful gobbler from Missouri, and I’m so lucky to be here with good friends, good shotguns, and enjoying nature with both of them.

As I drive home, I study the clouds and think of my shotgun wizard friend Dave Miller, his line of CZ-USA shotguns, and how great our track record on Missouri gobblers has been. successful. We can’t maintain that 100% average, I tell myself, but I think that’s OK.

I know there must be BBQ places we haven’t visited yet.

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Sharon P. Juarez