Who’s ever killed two birds with one stone?
I’ve seen some turkey hunts take an unexpected turn for the better (and worse) but this was one of the wildest endings I’ve ever been a part of. Steve and I had seen these birds late one afternoon a few hundred yards away across a cow pasture. We made a large loop to get on their side of the field and managed to set up 150 yards or so from them. We watched 4 longbeards, some jakes and several hens all evening, but they never would commit. Finally near dark, the whole group rounded a bend and headed into the next pasture over, obviously heading to roost, and moving directly away from us. Steve and I packed up and ran through the pines that bordered the pasture in a last ditch effort to get ahead of them. It didn’t work, as they were still ahead of us when we popped out and would be flying up any second. We snuck out as far into the field as we dared in an attempt to call and turn them around, setting up in whatever we could find. I gave a few yelps, got one to gobble and here they came. The rest is Osceola history.
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