NWTF Knife giveaway **Winner**!

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I renewed my membership to the National Wild Turkey Federation and was rewarded with another knife set. Since I don't need two, I figured I'd give this set away.

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The larger knife has a 4.5 inch blade and the smaller one has a 3.25 inch. They seem sturdy and easy to control.

If you wish to be entered in the drawing reply below and tell us your favorite turkey hunt story. I'll have the drawing one week from today on 9/29 sometime around 6pm.

Thanks for looking and thanks to the mods for a great forum.
 
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Please add Jimmy.
While hunting many moons ago I was "Attacked" by a big angry Gobbler who considered I had violated his area. He was too close for a shot so I backed up until he stopped his attack. He then joined my family for dinner ( he was the main course)
 
A few years back I was turkey hunting. When some turkeys came in at 10 yds, I suddenly had this sinking feeling in my stomach that I had not put a round in the chamber on my 870, I had just loaded up the tube. So with several hens just 10 yds out, I ever so slowly managed to chamber a round without them spooking and got a nice tom a few minutes later. It was nerve racking to say the least!
 
I really don't need the knives, but if I win please send the knives to Rusty1953 for his grandson.

Now, my turkey story. Back in my teenage years, my Dad use to get invited on deer hunts in Texas over by Junction every Thanksgiving week and he would bring my older brother and myself on the hunt. Also during that time, turkey were also in season and the limit on turkey back then was 2 tom turkeys, IIRC. And my brother and I were always competitive both at the range and when hunting and tried to outdo each other. So anyways, the blind I drew had a feeder pen out about 75 yards, which was just a bit out of range to reliably take down turkeys with a shotgun. The first and second times out hunting I had already limited out on deer with 2 9 pointers so I was mainly hunting turkey this day. So about 9 AM a flock of turkeys came in and settled in at the feeder pen and knowing that the range was real marginal for a shotgun with a medium choke, I grabbed up my trusty old club, my 264 mag and decided to see if I could clip a head off or zap him at the base of the body in the neck. After watching them through the scope, I decided to try the neck shot, aimed carefully and squeezed off. Sure enough, I lucked out and got him; he flopped and rolled and then lay still. I went out to the feeder pen and sure enough, I had clipped him right at the base of the neck and the only thing holding the head and neck to the body was a little strip of skin.

Now, fast forward another 1-1 1/2 hours and they are driving around to pick everyone up. They had picked up my brother already and when they get out he comes up and says he got a deer and had neck shot it to not ruin meat. So, being deadpan, I say I had got me a turkey with my 264. He asked how bad I had messed it up and I replied back that I didn't because I shot it in the neck so I wouldn't ruin the meat too. When he saw the turkey his eyes got all big and I didn't hear any more about shooting animals in the neck. :D
 
Please add my name to the drawing.

Here's my turkey story...when my son was beginning his hunting career (he was 16 yrs. old at the time), he was drawn to attend a youth only turkey hunt. One parent/guardian had to accompany each young hunter to "guide" them, and the guides were not allowed to hunt or be armed. We had about 6 weeks before the hunt and I started a crash course on turkey hunting 101. I read every article and book on turkey hunting I could find. I also bought a couple of diaphragm turkey calls that came with an instructional CD on how to use the calls to attract turkeys. I listened to the CDs on the way to work in the morning and on the way home in the afternoons. I also practiced making the turkey calls as well trying my best to cluck, yelp, purr, and cut. One day on the drive home I was stopped at a red light and began practicing my turkey calls. I happened to look over to my left side and found myself looking directly into the eyes of a police officer who was driving his patrol car in the left-hand lane. He kinda smiled at me, but the look on his face said to me: "look at that damn turkey". I can assure you I certainly felt like one at that point. BTW, none of the kids had any luck on the turkey hunt. Lots of fun, but we had to hunt our turkeys in the frozen food section of the grocery store that year.

Regards,

Dave
 
Great gifts! My turkey story ( a double) in the Everglades off of alligator alley is too long to recall here, but I’d like to enter just to double Rusty’s grandsons’ chance at it.
So IF I’m chosen, please send it to Cinncy.
 
Never been turkey hunting, at least in the wildlife sense. And I'm declining so fast I'd just have to give them away, so don't put me in.

Thanks for thinking of us!
 
Nice karma, Thanks. My turkey hunting story may not be what you had in mind but it's all I got. Please put me in if I qualify.

My turkey hunt story happened about 10 or 11 years ago. It was 3 days before Thanksgiving. We were going up to Texoma land ( Just south of the Red River) to be with relatives. My wife had agreed earlier to bring a couple of Swift Butterball turkeys for the festivities.

She never bothered to tell me about it and she forgot about it too.

We were pulling into the driveway and all of a sudden she screamed out. TURKEYS!!! i FORGOT ABOUT THE * TURKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hadn't heard her say that word for a while so I knew it was serious;

Scared the heck out of me. I turned to her and she was white as a sheet. "What the heck are you screaming about!?!?"

HER: "We were supposed to bring two turkeys...groan"

ME: "Why didn't you tell me about it? What are we gonna do now? The nearest real grocery store is 45 minutes away and I'll promise you they have been out of the Swift Butterball turkeys for 3 days!"

HER: Not a sound

We took our suitcases in the house and set them down.

My SIL: Where's the turkeys?

ME: Pam had a senior moment and my crystal ball has been in the shop for a week.

Pam, my SIL, and my BIL (in unison-sounded like Peter Paul and Mary): "Go...and don't come back without 2 Swift Premium Butterball turkeys."

I drove all the way to the north side of Dallas before I found any. And I stopped in every place along the way that might possibly have turkeys for sale.

That's all the turkey hunting I've ever done and if that's what it's all about I'll just go fishin' and call it a day, Thank You!
 
I came within a gnats buttocks of getting a set of those knives. I let the envelope sit on the counter until the offer had expired. My turkey hunting story is that I’ve quit crying in my beer and booked another Osceola hunt for this coming spring. Count me in please and thank you.
 
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