posted by Jim on Jun 18

  Would Stew and Spice let you down?  It may have taken us the whole late season but we sewed it up at the buzzer. And just like Stew winning so many hoops games back in the day with the last second 3 pointer we beat this old bird fair and square. This painful relationship between the three of us started last year as this same bird was missed early in the season on a hunt that went the big tom’s way. After that the sweeper (Me) had to be called in to help seal the deal. As if I was going to make a difference on this educated bird, but I agreed. We had one more chance at him but he came in on my side and the camera just wasn’t going to be able to put him in the freezer so he skated for the last time of the year. All through deer season while hanging up monster bucks over a cold one the evil bird would eventually become the topic of conversation in the meat shed and we vowed to put him 6 feet under……….a vat of bubbling peanut oil that is. Time passed and soon I was jerking walleyes from the Detroit River which always signals spring. After spending time with Little Miss Dangerous and filming her smoking a great bird it was off to fill my tag with Stew behind the picture recording machine on another good mature tom. But we both knew we were just passing the time until the real hunt began. Learning from the young Smith boy in Kansas, we opted to stay out of our core area that the monster hung in waiting for the first full moon of the month. We have found it always triggers turkey rut frenzy as the period changes from the chasing to the mounting stage. My partner knows his area almost as well as his backyard fish and flower extravaganza garden that his lovely wife requests that he spends most of his free time working in. But we slipped from her clutches early on the fateful morning knowing that we had to get it done. Not just because we were at the last days of his hunt but the flower shops were opening and Stew was going to be handcuffed to a small shovel while dragging a 100lb. bag of potting soil across the yard. I also was facing a miserable deck project for the princess of my own. Read the rest … »