This is not a recent pic, but my most memorable bow hunt thus far.
1984 Spring Gobbler season.
Last turkey hunt with my dad. We were hunting public land, and had split up about a mile in, after crow calling and getting a close response gobble almost imeadiately. I dopped to one side of the ridge we had walk in on and my dad dropped over the other side (he was shotgunning). I set up in a cedar deadfall with a creek at my back, and started calling. I could hear my dad also calling from the other side of the ridge.
The tom let loose a gobble on the top of the ridge and continued back and forth along the top calling like he was on a serious mission. My dad and I continued calling and the tom answering back for the next hour or so, then the goblber went silent. I started putting and purting real soft and my dad was lost calling on his side, but no answering gobble. I was beginning to think the tom had given up and moved on.
About 10 minutes later I hear something moving down the ridge side and thought it was my dad checking to see what we were going to do next.
I stood up and was getting ready to step out from the cedar when I spotted red and blue moving at the edge of a little opening near the creek. I froze and waited. When the head went behind a clump of brush I brought my bow up and got ready. I gave a little puttputtputt, and the tom came running around the brush into the opening. I waited. He puffed up and flaired his wings and started strutting with his tail fanned out. When he turned his back to me, I drew and waited for him to complete the circle. As soon as I sighted on the lower neck and he stopped a for a second; I released. The arrow pinned him to the ground. I walked out 8 steps from where I shot to where he was down.
I have never gotten the shakes so bad in my life.
A few minutes later I heard my dad whistle form the top of the ridge and I whistled back. He came down and asked what happened to the tom. I told him I thought the bird had moved on, but could not keep the goofy grin off my face. I pointed to the gobbler and told him what happened.
That was my first gobbler, and my first with a bow. 19 1/2 lbs with a 9" beard.