Finally connected on a life long goal of taking a turkey with my 22mag. To be honest I can't say why this has eluded me so long but it has been a long time coming.
I took a day of work to take the rifle for a walk and scout some land for my son to take some squirrels in the afternoon.
I met the land owner who reminded me of a flock of turkeys that keep coming into the cut corn field every day. I hardly expected to see the birds when I walked the long driveway but sure enough they busted me walking up the hill. I hit a prone position right away and crawled the hedge row till I could make them out again. They were at 200 years and out of my comfort zone but they had stopped running around and were getting back into feeding so I took my time closing the distance. I got inside 100yds and scanned the flock with the binocs to pick out my bird. There were no toms and only a few jakes so I picked out a nice big hen.
Thumbed off the safety as I leveled the crosshairs on her neck. She was moving left to right at an easy walk and I sent one. Hit seemed good but she got right back up and found her wheels. I had already reloaded and sent another at her back and she went down hard with the death flop.
I could not stop shaking as I walked up to collect. I found the first hole to have missed the bone on her neck with a clean pass thru. The second shot hit further back right thru the hips.
Breasted it out and took the clean leg meat from the near side. Leg meat got ground to mix with some pork fat for burger and the breasts got cubed and soaked in butter milk with salt pepper and some hot sauce for about 8 hours before a dip in seasoned breader and a bath in the fryer. Damn good eats. I had picked up my son while the turkey was soaking and he added another fox squirrel to the freezer for our upcoming potpie dinner in a couple weeks.
Dammn fine day in the woods.
I took a day of work to take the rifle for a walk and scout some land for my son to take some squirrels in the afternoon.
I met the land owner who reminded me of a flock of turkeys that keep coming into the cut corn field every day. I hardly expected to see the birds when I walked the long driveway but sure enough they busted me walking up the hill. I hit a prone position right away and crawled the hedge row till I could make them out again. They were at 200 years and out of my comfort zone but they had stopped running around and were getting back into feeding so I took my time closing the distance. I got inside 100yds and scanned the flock with the binocs to pick out my bird. There were no toms and only a few jakes so I picked out a nice big hen.
Thumbed off the safety as I leveled the crosshairs on her neck. She was moving left to right at an easy walk and I sent one. Hit seemed good but she got right back up and found her wheels. I had already reloaded and sent another at her back and she went down hard with the death flop.
I could not stop shaking as I walked up to collect. I found the first hole to have missed the bone on her neck with a clean pass thru. The second shot hit further back right thru the hips.
Breasted it out and took the clean leg meat from the near side. Leg meat got ground to mix with some pork fat for burger and the breasts got cubed and soaked in butter milk with salt pepper and some hot sauce for about 8 hours before a dip in seasoned breader and a bath in the fryer. Damn good eats. I had picked up my son while the turkey was soaking and he added another fox squirrel to the freezer for our upcoming potpie dinner in a couple weeks.
Dammn fine day in the woods.
