Originally posted by cliffs2:
My nephew and I were turkey hunting this morning. As we were walking in he mentioned that he wished he had gone number 2 before we came hunting. I didn't think nothing of it. After calling in a tom to 30 yards and not being able to shoot because of brush, we moved 100 yards away and called again. toms answered immediately and I figured we were in business. After about 45 minutes of calling and waiting I hear him shoot, and looked over and he jumps up and shoots again. He starts running over to the turkey and he stops and shoots again. Finally he hollers out that, I got him. I walks over to where he is standing with his foot holding the turkeys head under 6 inches of water as we were hunting in a swamp. He says, get my boot, it's over there about 30 yards. Then he says, when I shot the first time, I jumped up and forgot that I still had to go so bad and crapped my pants. Then when I was running, I ran out of my boot. So I get there and the picture is of a guy who just shot his first turkey, standing in ankle deep water with one boot on, and his pants full of $hit. Tears of laughter ran down my face all the way back to town. Oh, yea. On one of the shots he shot half the beard off. Bird weighed 23 lbs. He ain't no little guy either. He just graduated from college and stands 6'6" and weighs 320.
Clay
