Cipriano came to hog hunt with me this past weekend. We scared the hogs but didn't kill any. We did see some hen turkeys which made me think about turkey hunting but I'm not really a turkey hunter so I didn't think about it much. As the hunt ended I began to pack the Jeep up and Diego took his dad on a last golf cart ride. Cipriano had spotted some potential arrow wood
and I was cutting 2 or 3 when I heard a turkey gobble back towards the field. It was the last day of our season and I thought to myself...no way, it'll never work. When the guys came back they needed to hit the road so I tossed the rifle on the cart and headed towards the field. I slipped up there on the electric cart and started glassing. I couldn't see him and was about to give up when he gobbled and close! Finally he started walking away and was half way across the field before he stopped. That was what I needed and he came back to camp with me.
Man are those Rio Grande turkeys pretty!
I forgot to bring home the beard, but got the rest of the important stuff.
Gonna grind him up tonight and he'll be pot stickers by this time next week. Yum.
He sure picked a bad time to gobble. Wish I could've taken him with a bow.
George