Tres Dias

Tres Dias. Three days. The last three days have been incredible for us ... and glim for turkeys.



We've sent three toms on to glory in the last 72 hours.

Monday's bird came in on a dead run with another tom. Called him off of 4 hens. When I saw him, I just lit him up quick and hard with cutts and clucks. It was over in 3 minutes.

Tuesday's Tom was awesome. I was hunting with a buddy of mine, Chris Littrell, pastor of Trinity Baptist in Lawrenceburg, TN. Chris is forming what will be a first class outdoor ministry with his men at church. They've already had us make some sweet box calls customed designed for their church. So, I was running the camera, and positioned right over his shoulder. We saw this tom literally mating a hen in a road bed upon a ridge. It was wild. So all it took was come sweet yelps and a few aggressive cutts, and he showed up ready for his next adulturous affair. Funny thing is, I told Chris that we were going to let him get close if he kept coming. Well he did. We shot that bird at 15 steps!

Wednesday's Murder was equally as sweet. I was hunting with a fella I co-authored Into the High Country with, Jimmy Sites. Jimmy has a TV show, Spiritual Outdoor Adventures. Jimmy was running the camera, and I was the hit man. So we were hoping for a good hunt for his show, and man we got it. Birds have been henned up quite a bit lately, so we didn't even start hunting unitl 11am. Knowing that they would be a little more broken up by then. At 2:30 we got on 3 toms strutting with hens on a logging road. We eventually just put on one mack daddy of a hen/jake fight, just lit up the woods with a ruckus. These 3 toms crossed a creek to get to us! Shot him at about 30 yards.

Tres Dias. 3 for 3.

Switching gears: today's the birthday of my son Cole. He's a whoppin' Big 1 today. Related reports from unknown sources tell us that we're going to need to build an addition for our home to house all the stuff grandparents have purchased for this little fella. It leaves me wondering ... when I was a kid, 8 out of 10 times you walked out of a store empty handed. No toy guns, no new bike, no Stretch Armstrong or Bionic Man. Even last ditch attempts for a Snickers bar at the check out line never worked. Snickers only ran around 30 cents in 1979. And yet, they seem to be willing to globally finance anything for this grandbaby. No desire unmet. No purchase too large. They have become a toy mill. Spending huge wads of cash with huge smiles on their faces.

Where was I when the change happened???