Well I love hanging with the youths, so 13 yr old Kyle and I will take the trip. Kyle is my fishing buddy and we spilled some blood together last year on his first deer, so off we go.
Forecast was rain, but by time we hit Grayling, complete white out snow conditions. About 5:30am I have to go from 70mph to about 30. A big truck and another me first driver are coming up on me hard. Once they pass and spray me with slush to the point I cant see my hood I slow hard, think a fish tail happened. Well once these two in a hurry ##@@ blankety blanks pass me,, they hit their breaks hard and figured out why I was going so slow - I couldn't see!
Couple of cars in the ditch and an emergency vehicle flashing lights got some people to slow down. I had enough and had to pull over. Longest trip to the bridge I have ever had (trip to the bridge means the Mighty Mackinaw).
We hit the Garden Peninsula about 11:30. I told Kyle to start watching the driveways to the camps up there and we should see some turkeys. I see a flock and turn around to show it to him. It was in a drive into paper company land which is public hunting. We are about 5 miles from my place and I got a UP fall turkey tag. So I slip out the widow maker and pull off on a Y.
Bang dead Tom. Caught them moving in the pines and I couldn't believe my good fortune, and I did make a good shot through some low pine limbs and a ~ 20+ pound tom with 9 7/8" beard is in the hunting jeep. Off to camp we go.
Took this pic on the way out this morning. The were at the low spot, a gobbler flock (~ 10 or so)
I pulled in to the left and didn't really even sneak in . Just pulled in slipped the 3 1/2" single shot (widowmaker) out of the well packed jeep, stepped out and saw him pick his head up high to search for danger and through the pines, dumped him from the left trail.
