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With such a mild winter here in IA turkey numbers seemed to be very good heading in to season. That being said my kids and I were really looking forward to opening day. Daltyn was going to be first behind the weapon during the youth season. It took just one hunt for him to knock down a beautiful three yr old gobbler. Unfortunately when reviewing the footage we found that my camera failed to lay down any of it on tape. When you put these cameras through what we do it's only a matter of time before this kind of thing happens so we didn't let that dampen our enthusiasm.


With my camera on the fritz I would have been without one had good buddy Kris Lenz not insisted on letting me use one of his until I could get mine back from the repairman. With Bill being busy with field work I just needed a cameraman to follow me around for a few days. Kris volunteered to trade off and on when our schedules jived. We hunted a couple evenings and had some close calls but couldn't close the deal. Sunday the 22nd I was on my own so Daltyn offered to go along and run the camera. At age ten he didn't have the knowledge or experience but I figured it was better than trying to do it myself so I agreed to give it a shot. We headed out at 3:30 pm to a large corn field we knew birds would use on their way back to roost. Our first two hours were pretty uneventful but just as Daltyn decided to relieve himself out the back window of the blind I heard the unmistakable sound of a Gobbler drumming at close range. "Zip up" I told Daltyn as I peaked out the other side of the blind to see old Tom strutting at fifty yards. As Daltyn Panicked and stumbled over himself to get to the camera two gobblers were closing the distance quickly. I told him to zoom in on the decoys and hit the record button. I drew my Axe 7 as they both focused their attention on the King Strut and Jester decoys. I told Daltyn I was going for a head shot on the closest bird so he zoomed in on the gobbler. I touched off the shot and just skimmed the neck of the bird. He didn't miss a beat and the two proceeded to put a whoopin on both decoys at the same time. I quickly reloaded, drew and this time took careful aim at the beard of the nearest gobbler. At the shot I knew he was in troubled and he stumble ten feet and fell on his face. As often happens with bow hunting turkeys the other bird repeatedly pecked and kicked the dead tom for over a half hour. After a few phone calls and high fives we went and recovered my bird. This was somewhere around my tenth or eleventh bow killed turkey and my second in as many years. Anyone that has bow hunted turkeys knows how frustrating yet rewarding it can be. That said I think it will be time to pick up the shotgun for my last tag of the spring.


Special thanks to Kris Lenz for letting me borrow his camera for the week. Hopefully I can pay it back behind the camera and add another entry in the journal soon.