True story:
I have a good friend that they call the Turkey Murderer. The boys down at the hunt club, that do hunt turkeys, had been after this guy to turkey hunt with them. He had never turkey hunted in his life. He hunted deer, rabbit, squirrel, ducks, doves, pheasant, wild hogs, and elk. he was damn good at all of those. So he lets then talk him into going turkey hunting with them. So he buys full coverage camouflage and even bought a camouflage shotgun and a couple of turkey calls and a crow call. It didn't take him long to figure how the calls worked and the big day arrived. The guys met at the club the night before and were to get up early the next morning before daylight and get to there stands. Well it seams that my friend drank a little to much that night and didn't make the wake up call. So the rest of the group left him at the clubhouse to sleep it off. Donnie wakes up around 7am and realizes he was left behind, so he gets in this truck and heads to his stand. Halfway to the turn off to his stand he hits a Tom, that is crossing the road, with his Truck and kills it. He threw the Tom in the back of the truck and goes the rest of the way to his turn off and parks his truck. As he approaches his stand a giant gobbler is on his stand and won't move, so Donnie shoots it. He sits there for an hour then heads back to his truck. As he is backing out of the turnoff he hits another gobbler and kills it too. Heading back to camp/clubhouse
he, yes you guessed right, hits and kills his 4th turkey. When he gets to camp the guys see a bed full of birds and ask him what happened. So Donnie tell them of his morning and how he can't see what's so hard about turkey hunting. They tell him he is not a turkey hunter but a turkey murderer. Luckily they had enough hunters and tags to use on the extra birds. Seems like none of the others even saw a bird all morning.
Mike
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Topic: April Turkeys and Bikes (Read 5363 times)