|This awsome Rio strutted and gobbled over 400 yds (yes
400) to a slate/mulberry call. Taken in Frio County
Texas, he provided a great morning for Evie and me.
thanks for your part!
|The osage orange did the trick. Even though it's a jake, your call helped me kill the first bird
that I've actually called up myself. Great call. Thanks, Wendell. Matt
( the bird weighed 15#, had 3/8 spurs and had 4.75" beard. I killed it in central AR.)
|Tough season for me.
25 lbs. 9 oz.
10 7/8 in beard
1/2 and 3/8 inch spurs ( Both broken off. He
was a Dude!)
Stacy's dad is in the picture with me. His
was 22 lbs and 11 inch beard and
nice 1 3/8 inch spurs.
Dan Obermire and father-in-law
|I just wanted to drop you a line and let you know how my custom laminate
slate call performed this season. It is an awesome call is all I can say! And I mean
AWESOME!!! I harvested my first Merriam's turkey in early April up in Nebraska. Next
was my early May Eastern here in Topeka, Kansas and followed that up with a NW Kansas Rio
Grande. All three different species were very responsive to the sweet sounds coming from
my laminate slate. I also called in many other birds for other people with it as well.
Thanks for such an awesome call. I am sure I will be ordering more for the upcoming
This is my first Eastern, a 22 lb bird with 9 1/2" beard and 3/4" spurs taken on opening
morning of the 2007 Oklahoma season... somewhere near Tahlequah, OK.
The night before the hunt, it snowed... IN APRIL,... IN OKLAHOMA.... That's just not right!!!
It was in the low 20's on the morning of this hunt, with patches of snow here and there to
remind us how cold it was that morning. We hunted hard for several hours, but the weather
had really changed the pattern of the birds. We had switched positions and set up in a
stand of small trees with a nice view of a long road and the edge of the ridge. I heard 5 hen
yelps and thought another hunter was coming up the ridge in front of me. Several minutes
later, I looked up the road to my right to see this bad boy feeding in the road about 100 yards
away. I hollered over to my hunting partner that I had a bird in sight. He began to make
some sweet soft purrs on the blackjack oak slate over cherry call (below right). This bird
lifted his head and began to come to the sweet sounds. As I was facing 90 degrees to the
left of the bird, I had to shift my position and bring up my gun... all while the bird is looking
straight in my direction. Fortunately, my hunting partner had advised me to sit back into the
woods in the shadows (about 10 yards from the opening of the field pictured in top picture).
The bird never hesitated, he just kept coming to the soft purrs. I finally got my knees and my
gun in position and heard my partner say "shoot whenever you're ready". The last thing this
bird did (voluntarily) was cock his head a bit to the right, as if to say "something ain't right
here." BOOM! A load of custom Nitro4x5x7 heavy shot out of my 870 dropped this bad boy
like a rock. As you can see by the top picture, I found out why my choke tube is called a
Jellyhead. The bird did not lose a single feather from the shot. I want to thank my friend
John Thomas for an incredible Oklahoma hunt and hospitality that was out of this world!
|This is my hunting buddy, Lee Murphy of Barling, Arkansas with his 21 lb Eastern taken
on nearby public land. The bird had a 10 1/2" beard with one spur at 1 1/4" and one at
1 1/2" with nice, sharp points. When we talked the night before opening morning, Lee
let me know that he had an appointment that morning and needed to head home by
9:00 am at the latest. NO PROBLEM! We got to a strip of woods on some nearby public
land about 30 minutes before the first hint of daylight. It was drizzly and around the low
40's, with high humidity. A few minutes after sitting down, an owl hooted and this bird
gave up his position. The odds were stacked in our favor... one hot gobbler, no hens, 2
hunters and a Lights Out slate call... a recipe for a successful hunt. I tried some soft
purrs and clucks but got no response. Apparently the thick cover and moisture in the air
were affecting the way the sound carried. I tried a nice raspy yelp on the mulberry slate
with a bubinga striker. BINGO! I threw in a series of cuts on a custom purpleheart over
sassafras box call from Papaw's custom calls and this bird was committed. Since
there was a small, shallow creek between us and the bird, my buddy said we should
back out of the woods and move down a couple hundred yards and cross the creek. As
we were on the move, a pilleated woodpecker sounded off... double gobble! He was
hot... and headed our way. We set up after crossing the creek and got ready. With my
slate call in one hand and striker in the other, I had gotten my striker wet walking
through the tall grass and brush. As I fumbled for another striker in my vest (while
sitting behind a huge cottonwood tree) I heard "putt... flap, flap, BOOM,flap,flap, Thud!" I
missed the whole thing! Lee took this one out of the air to end a 3 year dry spell. It was
great to return a favor for my friend and hunting partner. Lee put me on my first
successful deer hunt last fall with a button buck one morning and a 10 point the next
morning! Hey, Lee, I guess I still owe you one, huh?