I had a short workday today so I arrived home mid/late morning after wrapping up a project. When I was coming up the driveway, I saw a tom turkey at about 500 yards walking steadily across a field. I decided to throw on my ghillie suit at the house, and start hiking quick to get in front of him.
I haven't had my Texan .308 out in a while, and when that happens the hammer gets sticky. I test fired three times in the backyard (it was indeed sticky) and then high tailed it up the creek bed. I figured I had about 15 minutes before the bird got to where I wanted him to be. I covered about half of the distance and then waited for him to pass out of site around a hump. I took advantage of not being seen and made time by trotting. I got the tree line where I thought he's come by and set up under an oak. I caught my breath, got the gun in position, pulled up my face mask and hoped I made the right call.
Within two minutes I saw the bobbing red head over the grass tops. I clicked off the safe and as I raised the gun, he froze looking right at me at 25 yards. Instead of shooting through the grass where I thought his body was I just stood up, took aim, and fired before the bird could make out what I was. The 110 gr. Arsenal flatnose just hammered him. He flopped and then tried to walk away, only to lay down in 10'. I've seen this act before. If you don't break a leg, they'll outrun you. If you do break a leg, they'll fly. Tough buggers. I loaded my second bullet (only grabbed two) and put another in him to make sure he stayed anchored. Unfortunately the second shot went through one of the breasts, but that's the cost of doing business. Better to have a bird with an extra hole than none at all.
I haven't had my Texan .308 out in a while, and when that happens the hammer gets sticky. I test fired three times in the backyard (it was indeed sticky) and then high tailed it up the creek bed. I figured I had about 15 minutes before the bird got to where I wanted him to be. I covered about half of the distance and then waited for him to pass out of site around a hump. I took advantage of not being seen and made time by trotting. I got the tree line where I thought he's come by and set up under an oak. I caught my breath, got the gun in position, pulled up my face mask and hoped I made the right call.
Within two minutes I saw the bobbing red head over the grass tops. I clicked off the safe and as I raised the gun, he froze looking right at me at 25 yards. Instead of shooting through the grass where I thought his body was I just stood up, took aim, and fired before the bird could make out what I was. The 110 gr. Arsenal flatnose just hammered him. He flopped and then tried to walk away, only to lay down in 10'. I've seen this act before. If you don't break a leg, they'll outrun you. If you do break a leg, they'll fly. Tough buggers. I loaded my second bullet (only grabbed two) and put another in him to make sure he stayed anchored. Unfortunately the second shot went through one of the breasts, but that's the cost of doing business. Better to have a bird with an extra hole than none at all.
