In 2020, The Corona Virus, Covid-19, The China Virus, The Rona, what ever you want to call it, it rocked the world. Personally, I’ve been very blessed to have seen very few effects from it. I haven not caught it and no one in my family has had it. I’m a bit of a home body anyway so it really didn’t affect me in the dramatic fashion that it changed other peoples lives. One way it did affect me though is it totally ruined my 2020 turkey season.
I’ve been filming for T.P. Outdoors Adventures for several years now and each year, we usually end up in Texas, chasing Rio Grand Turkeys. They sure are fun to hunt and make quite the movie stars. However, as The Rona lockdowns took effect, Louisiana’s per capita infection rates were very high which prompted Texas to close its borders to Louisiana Residents. Being from Arkansas, It technically didn’t affect me at the time but everyone else in our group was from Louisiana so that really canceled our trip.
I also had a personal hunting trip to Kansas planned with another friend. Right before our trip, Kansas stopped selling out of state hunting licenses so that was out. Although I did get a little Arkansas turkey hunting in, with very few turkeys in arkansas and fewer places to hunt, my opportunities to kill a turkey in my home state were pretty slim. Other than one unsuccessful youth hunt and an unsuccessful hunt with a friend, My 2020 turkey season was nothing to write home about.
My plans for 2020 had been to prove that with modern shotgun sells, it is possible to hunt Turkeys with a 410. I also hoped to take a turkey with my Great Grand dad’s Winchester Model 42 410 and Apex Ammunition’s new Turkey Ninja TSS loads. It was a plan that would have to wait.
Turkey Season 2021 is a year of redemption
This year, our annual turkey trip entourage would consist of Bill Petrus, Brad Bell, Paul Miller, and Mike Mulhern. With the exception of Brad Bell, all are seasoned hunters. As for Brad, this would be his first time turkey hunting and he was in for an experience.
We’d be hunting about half way between Abilene and Sweet Water Texas. As you travel west along I-20 its amazing how the geography and ecology of the surroundings change. From the swamps of Louisiana, to the Pines of East Texas, you then drop off into rocky mesquite county near Dallas ripe with rattle snakes, Jack rabbits and Rio Grand Turkeys.
For all intents and purposes, there are four distinct sub species of wild turkey in the US. The Eastern’s which we have here at home. Rio Grands located in Texas, Oklahoma, and Nebraska. Scattered through other parts of the western US, you’ll find Miriam. And only in Florida can Osceola turkeys be found. A very limited number of Gould turkeys inhabit parts of southern Arizona/New Mexico, but thay are predominantly found in central Mexico so most people at least in my circle don’t really consider those part of the Grand Slam of turkey hunting.
Not to say that Rio Grand turkeys are specifically easy to hunt but they sure make a fun hunt. If I were to relate them to deer hunting, it’s been my experience that hunting Rios is kinda like hunting 2 year old white tails. Not the hardest critter in the woods to hunt. Now Eastern Wild turkeys I’d say are more like hunting mature 4-5 year old white tails. Many hunters can take a 2 or three year old white tail but very few have the ability successfully harvest keen eyed and wood smart mature bucks year after year. Turkeys are the same way. An Eastern wild turkey will make a fool out of you if you aren’t careful but Rio Grand turkeys can make even a novice turkey hunter feel like they are the best turkey caller in the world. They make excellent movie stars though.
First Hunt
As a photographer/videographer, I do 99% of my hunting with a camera. I still love to hunt though but documenting the hunt is my job. Therefore my hunting usually has to wait until others have filled their tags. The first hunt would go to Bill Petrus and Brad Bell.
The day we arrived, in west texas, it was nearly 90 degrees. I hoped it wasn’t going to be this warm all week. If so, I had too many warm clothes in my bag. Thankfully, it was cool and crisp as we headed out for our first mornings hunt. A distant coyote howled before sunrise as we got our gear out of the truck. A gobbler fired off an answer. He was roosted about 400 yards away in a fairly narrow wood line bordering a planted winter wheat field.
Our outfitter was right. He had told us that he’d been seeing turkeys along the edge of the field. Sure enough, He was right where we were headed.
We settled into a blind and it wasn’t long before a few hens funneled out onto a dirt road and spilled out into the field. Two gobblers silently followed along. Silent strutters displayed their tail fans to the ladies who seemed more interested in finding a grasshopper or some other morsel to eat.
For me, When wildlife come out like this, two things happen. Your heart jumps a beat when you first see them. Often, my first, thought or words usually come out like, “there they are”. I enjoy the opportunity to view and watch the behavior of such awesome wildlife. We talk about turkey hunting and read about new products and new methods to take the game we chase but to actually get to watch them may only last for a few minutes. Now is the time to soak that in. For me though I’ve got to do what I can to get the photos/video needed and without spooking them.
Secondly, we are here to do some grocery shopping. This is the second thought that comes to mind. Turkeys are very keen eyed. I swear sometimes a blink of an eye can give your position away but now you have to raise a gun to aim without multiple birds seeing you move. It’s a good thing we had a blind because with two gobblers, Bill and Brad hoped to pull off a double.
The stars aligned and sure enough, Both birds separated and broke strut giving each a clear shot. After a quick check with each other and a brief 321. Both birds barreled over. Not only did Bill get his bird, Brad Bell had his first turkey.
It was my turn
After snapping some photos and dealing with their birds, we grabbed some lunch.
With one pair of tags filled, Bill offered to take over camera duty and it was my turn to try to take a bird.
We headed out to a different property we had permission to hunt and have taken birds from in years past. as we drove past, I looked to the right side of the vehicle and….
“There They ARE!”
Three gobblers surround by cows, gobbled at us in a pasture adjoining the property we were hunting. On top of that, they looked like they were headed to our side of the road.
We drove a couple hundred yards around a corner and quickly gathered our gear to attempt to cut them off. Every move we made here after was calculated.
This is what I love about turkey hunting. Its a cat and mouse game. You use your knowledge of the area and turkey behavior patterns to make an educated guess at what they are going to do and how they are going to react to plan your movements and actions. This Is Turkey Hunting.
We kept mesquite brush between us and where we assumed the turkeys would be traveling as we walked at a brisk pace into location. We found a good hiding spot under some larger mesquite trees and set up to do some calling. Instantly, the three turkeys gobbled. They were on our side of the road for sure but they had already gotten past us and were heading away.
We made a move to narrow the distance and set up again. Not wanting to seem to terribly interested I made a few light clucks and purrs on my Slate Call. They responded with a gobble each time. However, they weren’t coming. Purrs and clucks were getting a response but no real movement in our direction from the birds.
They were on a slight hill above us. I’ve always been taught that you want the high ground. Even though it wasn’t much of a hill, they had the higher ground and moving on them again was out of the question.
After a few minutes, I could see the three gobblers moving from our right to left a couple hundred yards out. they were responding to a call with gobbles but not coming closer. It was time to change tactics.
I began to make a series of excited yelps, clucks and some excited purrs. This stopped them in their tracks as they were looking intent in our direction now. We had two decoys out and I’m sure they could see those now. This also gave them a good view of Bill Petrus holding the fan of his turkey he’d taken earlier that morning.
Now for the record; fanning turkeys can be extremely dangerous, but It works. Each year, you hear horror stories of turkey hunters accidentally getting shot so I don’t recommend anyone fanning turkeys like this on public land where another hunter could mistake you for a turkey. But in this instance, we were the only people with permission to hunt this property and we were all but certain that no other hunters were around.
Between the excited calling, and the turkey fan, all three turkeys began to close the distance. Bit red white and blue heads bobbed through the mesquite trees as they came closer. You could hear one of them drumming as they strutted in.
They were well within range of a 12 ga by this point. However, I was hunting with my Great Grand fathers Winchester model 42 shotgun made in 1943. Thats before World War II if anyone is keeping a record. This gun was passed down from my great grand father Bruce Lester Porter to my dad when he was a little boy. The story my dad told me was that he was squirrel hunting with his grand father and only had a single shot 22. As squirrels began to run through the trees, his 22 just wasn’t cutting the mustard so he gave this 410 shotgun to him as a little boy. He killed many squirrels with it as a kid and then when I came along as his first son, I got to take the gun on my first dove hunt and first squirrel hunt with my grand father.
I was shooting Apex Ammunitions TSS 410 Turkey Ninja loads. Based on my patterning, I really needed the turkey to be within 30 yards. A modern 410 with modern choke tubes is deadly at 40 yards and maybe even a little further, but I was comfortable within 30 yards. I also wanted Brad to get the best show from these three gobblers and we were filming for a TV show so we also wanted to get as much video as possible so I tried to get them as close as possible.
The back two birds were beginning to catch on to the game though. I watched as the back birds head went grey then the middle bird paused and started to turn around but the lead bird was still hot to trot so both birds tagged along cautiously. Brad was sitting to my right and I knew the gig was almost up. The lead bid broke his strut and raised his head. I don’t know if he’d seen movement or heard brad and I but This was it. I called the shot and Brad took his bird but by this time, All three birds had turned and started to run. Brads bird fell but mine was shot on the run and I had to take a body shot. We both took off after him and dispatched the bird.
What a thrill
To be a able to harvest a turkey is exciting stuff. To have two good hunts in one day is awesome. To have not one but three birds play the game is such an experience. To share that experience with good friends amplifies the whole thing to another level. Then to be able to do it with my great grandfather’s shotgun and fulfill a goal that was two years in the making was such and awesome thing. I love it when a plan comes together.
God has been so good to me. I’ve been blessed with great friends, and an amazing job to get to film some of the things I’ve done and witness his Majesty on display in the outdoors. I truly hope each of you can experience things like this hunt and not just share it with others but invite someone else to share it with.
Like I mentioned, this was Brad Bell’s first turkey hunt. He didn’t really hunt before marriying Bill’s Daughter Emalee. I got as much thrill out of helping teach Brad how to hunt as anything and share some laughs together. I don’t claim to be the worlds greatest turkey hunter but as the birds were coming in, I was able to whisper to brad the whole time, what I was seeing and what i was doing. Just like with my great grand dad’s shotgun that was passed down from him to my dad and then to me, teaching others and passing on knowledge is what makes a hunt. If we all just hunted by ourselves and didn’t share the hunt or share a meal together from the game we harvested, would hunting traditions continue? Would we even still have wild turkey populations in the US without hunters?
Whether its turkey hunting or any other sport, I hope this story of my hunt in texas with some friends and my great grandfather’s shotgun will inspire you to get out and experience God’s goodness and his blessings in the outdoors with your own friends and family and pass it on to the next generation.
