Saturday was, hands-down, the best bit of turkey hunting weather I’ve ever seen for an Opener here in SW Bracken County. There was only one thing missing: turkeys.
Angus and I stayed out to 1100. There were a half dozen shots all morning. Maybe a third of what I’d expect. Only one was relatively close. I had one gobbler honor a call shortly after flydown, but that was the last I heard of him.
The other thing missing was SuperCore. He’s down with the New-Mown-Hay. (Pneumonia). This is the first Opener he’s missed in a decade. Bummer. The Shamanic Dream Team just wasn’t the same without him.
Sunday came, and Angus and I donned ponchos and headed out for another go at it. It had been a real toad strangler starting about 0300 and it lasted on-and-off until noon. I went to Midway, where I had two hens hanging out around the blind for two hours. However, at 0720 I heard one shot, the only one all day, and a little while later Angus radioed that he had a bird down.
His gobbler had hopped down from his roost in the Hundred Acre Wood and run up the hill in front of Broken Corners, dragging a silent buddy with him. Angus nailed him at extreme distance. The gob went 22 lbs with an 8 inch beard and 3/4″ spurs.
"Angus Scores in Rainy Opener",