Above pix of Capt. Quinton Thompson and
turkey he harvested this morning 04-20-06 while hunting with yours truly
on a special invite hunt and the results were amazing....not just the turkey
harvest but the events of the hunt!
PS: He left his seeing eye dog and red tipped cane at home
on this hunt. Grin if you must!
It was one of those morning with heavy fog and the ole long beards were not
sounding off. We walked across a pasture whereas the fog was so thick you
could hardly see 10 feet in front of you. When we were about 3/4 the way
across the pasture, Quinton stopped and said, "Do you hear that bull
frog"...I replied "that it didn't sound like no bull frog to me"
and he laughed stating "Porter, I thought you were from the
country, that's a bull frog." As we got closer to the sound I told him
there wasn't any pond or water hole where the sound was coming from and
about that time the fog had lifted a little and the bull frog in question
magically turned into a 2000 pound bull steer and we could see
the "steam" coming from his nose. Both our adrenalin levels rose
quickly to maximum capacity and we both knew it would be a tough mad dash to
get to the fence and clear the barbed wire if the bull charged but luckily the
"bull frog" stayed where he was at. I will at least hand it to
Quinton that he had the bull part right of the bull frog he thought
he heard! I am still grinning when I think about that 2000 pound bull
We walked at least a couple of miles on the hunt this morning....we set up a
couple decoys in a power line right of way and Capt. Thompson was using his
favorite call at the time and gave the most seductive sounding clucks, yelps
you have ever heard; Ben Rogers Lee would have been proud of him for
sure....we did hear one gobble prior to the set-up of the decoys and that
was it as far as the ole boys gobbling....We both tried every call in our
arsenal; box calls, slates, mouth calls and every type of call possible and
maybe some new ones invented but no response from a gobbler.
We stayed for about an hour and I was positioned about 50 yards from Capt.
Thompson but I thought I was much closer around 30 yards but there was not a
good place to set-up and observe the immediate area. I was about ready to
get up because of sitting still that long and getting very antsy when to my
right I saw four long beard gobblers approaching the decoys at a break neck
speed..... ....they were right in front of Quinton and I kept waiting for
him to shoot and apparently he was waiting on me to shoot first and finally
decided to take a shot...when I fired the boss gobbler I shot at didn't go
down but everything "froze" for a micro second and then all hell
broke loose ...Quinton dropped his ole gobbler like a log and my gobbler ran
off like he had a jet engine up his rear...I fired until I ran out of shells
(two more times) and my gobbler was still going when my SuperMag shotgun
couldn't do no more! I am very glad Quinton didn't think to cut my shirt
He peeped out from the edge of the cover where he was set up fearing maybe
another round would go off but he was safe because I was out of shells.
...He looked like a long neck turkey with all the stretching of his
neck...go ahead and grin now because I still am.
It was one of the most memorable hunts in a long time seeing those long
beards running toward those decoys and Quinton looking like "ET"
stretching his neck out from cover.
From where Quinton was at he saw another gobbler and there were at least six
gobblers within his gun range.
Quinton's gobbler had three (3) Beards measuring 2.25, 7 & 10.75 inches in
length and the spurs were 1 inch in length...the ole boy weighed 18 lbs. but
felt much heavier....