Bubba would be me. Tubba would be the tubby tom turkey that’s been taunting and tormenting us for the last two years. Bubba Junior is also in the story, but my son hates when I call him that.
Yesterday was day one of the 2011 Spring Turkey Season. This is the year that we are finally going to nab that ol bird that has come into sight frequently, but never in range. This time, we’ll get him.
This year started off like the others, with me sleeping in the blind.
(The snoring is clinically proven to attract larger turkey)
Over the course of the next few hours, we saw a beautiful “moon set,” a skunk running much too close to the blind, and various other spectacles of God’s good creation. Then the gobbling starts.
We have a nice conversation with the ol boy. He seems interested. Along the way, three jakes and several hens come right up to us, one almost jumping in the blind, and some others putting on quite a show.
But we’re waiting for Tubba. Finally, the gobble gets closer. He’s just inside the tree line. A little more enticing, and he steps out into the field. There he is. Unfortunately, he’s about 20 yards beyond what my ancient little shotgun will manage. So we talk a bit, he and I. Bubba Jr. adds to the conversation on his box call. But in the end, Tubba decides that a bird in the field isn’t worth 12 in the bush. Our little decoy and pitiful attempts with mouth and box call aren’t enough to pull him away from those hens we hear in the trees.
A bit later, we see that he’s circled around behind us and come out at the top of the field, now about 150 yards away. He comes out a little more boldly now, knowing that we are well out of range. And he dances and prances for us a little bit, once again taunting and teasing. This time, the light is good enough that Bubba Jr. gets a good picture with his super zoom lens.
He’s a gorgeous old bird. And he thinks he’s won. Maybe for today. But season is three weeks long. This isn’t over yet…
Yesterday was day one of the 2011 Spring Turkey Season. This is the year that we are finally going to nab that ol bird that has come into sight frequently, but never in range. This time, we’ll get him.
This year started off like the others, with me sleeping in the blind.
(The snoring is clinically proven to attract larger turkey)Over the course of the next few hours, we saw a beautiful “moon set,” a skunk running much too close to the blind, and various other spectacles of God’s good creation. Then the gobbling starts.
We have a nice conversation with the ol boy. He seems interested. Along the way, three jakes and several hens come right up to us, one almost jumping in the blind, and some others putting on quite a show.
But we’re waiting for Tubba. Finally, the gobble gets closer. He’s just inside the tree line. A little more enticing, and he steps out into the field. There he is. Unfortunately, he’s about 20 yards beyond what my ancient little shotgun will manage. So we talk a bit, he and I. Bubba Jr. adds to the conversation on his box call. But in the end, Tubba decides that a bird in the field isn’t worth 12 in the bush. Our little decoy and pitiful attempts with mouth and box call aren’t enough to pull him away from those hens we hear in the trees.
A bit later, we see that he’s circled around behind us and come out at the top of the field, now about 150 yards away. He comes out a little more boldly now, knowing that we are well out of range. And he dances and prances for us a little bit, once again taunting and teasing. This time, the light is good enough that Bubba Jr. gets a good picture with his super zoom lens.
He’s a gorgeous old bird. And he thinks he’s won. Maybe for today. But season is three weeks long. This isn’t over yet…
3 comments:
You go Dude! Never say die
You get him and I will write a country ballad chronicling your feat in history right alongside ole Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett.
Gregg Metcalf
Colossians 1:28-29
Gospel-driven Disciples
Sometimes its not good to be a turkey..
Sounds like a top ten hit, Gregg.
And R&R, right now it's apparently a pretty good thing!
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