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WarCamEagle88
| Favorite team: | Auburn  |
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re: 11 y.o. son got his first turkey today
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 4/5/26 at 8:24 am to baldona
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Great story OP. What .410 do you have? Red dot and TSS?
Thank you.
It’s a Savage, single-shot, designed for 3 inch TSS. Extra long barrel, long full choke, red-dot came mounted when we bought it.
Last year, my son had saved up some money and said he wanted to buy his first gun. All the turkey guns I owned at that time were 12 gauge and seemed a little too robust for a youngster, so I recommended he pick out something more manageable. My dad grew up hunting small game with a .410 and swears he killed more things with that than anything else he owns, so I think that convinced me to go with that size over a 20 gauge.
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re: 11 y.o. son got his first turkey today
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 4/5/26 at 8:14 am to Goldensammy
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Congratulations.and thanks for sharing. Great wright up.
Thank you, and thanks for reading.
re: 11 y.o. son got his first turkey today
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 4/5/26 at 8:13 am to EasternShoreTider
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I can only imagine how exhilarating that was right before he shot.
Thinking back on it, the whole thing unfolded so fast that I hardly had time to get worked up in the moment. Plus, I was so focused on getting my son a bird that the adrenaline didn’t really kick in strong until after the bird was down. I’m sure not holding the gun myself made a difference in how I felt too.
And it also seemed so different compared to every other turkey hunt I’d been on that I almost didn’t believe it was real until I saw the bird down. I guess subconsciously I was thinking, “there’s no way we set up this close to a roosted gobbler, there’s now way he flew down headed straight to us after 2-3 calls, there’s no way he’s going to walk right in front of us at 15 yards.” It felt like I was literally in a dream. Real turkey hunts never go this way! lol
11 y.o. son got his first turkey today
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 4/4/26 at 7:35 pm
Took him to some public land near our house in TN for the youth opener. First time either of us hunted turkey at this spot. Scouted there yesterday and saw some fresh tracks and scratching on logging roads so we felt like we had a decent chance of at least hearing some gobbles.
Ran into another father/son when we arrived at 6:00 am, and they planned to hunt near where we saw the fresh tracks, so we called an audible and headed towards a spot we saw a hen yesterday. 10 mins after getting to that spot, we see another headlamp coming towards us about 100 yards out. Audible again. Shift to another spot I’d hunted for deer in the fall and had seen some turkey feathers. At this point I was feeling discouraged and I had little confidence we’d have any luck in this particular area but it was only 7:00 am and I didn’t want to give up just because we were getting crowded out of our top choices.
5 minutes after we got settled into our third spot, we hear a gobble from the roost, maybe 150 yards off, in the direction we just came from. I initially wondered if it was a hunter trying to do a locater call since we had just seen the headlamp not far from there, but it sounded real. I gave a couple soft clucks on my diaphragm and the next gobble convinced me it was too real sounding to be a hunter. I got my boy set up against a big oak and I quickly set up a Jake and hen decoy on the logging road about 15 yards away and sat beside him so I could coach him if the bird came in.
I gave a couple yelps, but no response. 5 minutes pass and I tried again. Now the bird responds, but he’s flown down off the roost to our right and has gotten much closer. I make sure the boy has the hammer cocked on his .410 and remind him how to work the safety so he doesn’t fumble with it in a panic if the bird comes in.
I start doing some more soft clucks and scratching in the leaves. Another gobble, only 50-60 yards out now, but we can’t see him yet, but it seems like he’s working his way down the logging road we just came in from, right towards our decoys. We finally see him at about 30 yards, in all his spring-time glory, full strut, and missing 1/4 of his tail feathers on one side.
At this point, my son is shaking like a dog shittin’ a peach pit. Luckily, the bird is so focused on the Jake decoy that he doesn’t notice. He circles behind the decoy and is getting ready to open up a can of whoop-arse. I tell the boy to shoot as soon as the bird is facing us or sticks his head up a bit. BAM. Knocks the bird flat. I jump up with the speed of an Olympic track star and grab hold of the bird to seal the deal.
We were both so damn excited, you couldn’t slap the smile off our faces. There isn’t a better feeling in this world than helping your kid bag their first gobbler. We were absolutely buzzing with joy.
9 inch beard, 1 inch spurs. Forgot to weigh it, but he was healthy. A hell of a nice Tom for a first timer! I just hope this hasn’t spoiled him for next year. I warned him, it’s almost never this easy! We got lucky today.
It was also a reminder that sometimes what seems like bad luck (getting crowded out of your spots multiple times on public land) can actually be good. We almost certainly would not have killed this bird had we not been forced to move to a spot I had little confidence in. You’ve just got to play the hand you’re dealt and see what happens. Like my grandpa taught me about fishing: just because your cast doesn’t go where you hoped doesn’t mean it won’t get a bite. Work it with the same confidence you would if it was exactly what you planned to do. I reckon there’s a life lesson in there too.
Ran into another father/son when we arrived at 6:00 am, and they planned to hunt near where we saw the fresh tracks, so we called an audible and headed towards a spot we saw a hen yesterday. 10 mins after getting to that spot, we see another headlamp coming towards us about 100 yards out. Audible again. Shift to another spot I’d hunted for deer in the fall and had seen some turkey feathers. At this point I was feeling discouraged and I had little confidence we’d have any luck in this particular area but it was only 7:00 am and I didn’t want to give up just because we were getting crowded out of our top choices.
5 minutes after we got settled into our third spot, we hear a gobble from the roost, maybe 150 yards off, in the direction we just came from. I initially wondered if it was a hunter trying to do a locater call since we had just seen the headlamp not far from there, but it sounded real. I gave a couple soft clucks on my diaphragm and the next gobble convinced me it was too real sounding to be a hunter. I got my boy set up against a big oak and I quickly set up a Jake and hen decoy on the logging road about 15 yards away and sat beside him so I could coach him if the bird came in.
I gave a couple yelps, but no response. 5 minutes pass and I tried again. Now the bird responds, but he’s flown down off the roost to our right and has gotten much closer. I make sure the boy has the hammer cocked on his .410 and remind him how to work the safety so he doesn’t fumble with it in a panic if the bird comes in.
I start doing some more soft clucks and scratching in the leaves. Another gobble, only 50-60 yards out now, but we can’t see him yet, but it seems like he’s working his way down the logging road we just came in from, right towards our decoys. We finally see him at about 30 yards, in all his spring-time glory, full strut, and missing 1/4 of his tail feathers on one side.
At this point, my son is shaking like a dog shittin’ a peach pit. Luckily, the bird is so focused on the Jake decoy that he doesn’t notice. He circles behind the decoy and is getting ready to open up a can of whoop-arse. I tell the boy to shoot as soon as the bird is facing us or sticks his head up a bit. BAM. Knocks the bird flat. I jump up with the speed of an Olympic track star and grab hold of the bird to seal the deal.
We were both so damn excited, you couldn’t slap the smile off our faces. There isn’t a better feeling in this world than helping your kid bag their first gobbler. We were absolutely buzzing with joy.
9 inch beard, 1 inch spurs. Forgot to weigh it, but he was healthy. A hell of a nice Tom for a first timer! I just hope this hasn’t spoiled him for next year. I warned him, it’s almost never this easy! We got lucky today.
It was also a reminder that sometimes what seems like bad luck (getting crowded out of your spots multiple times on public land) can actually be good. We almost certainly would not have killed this bird had we not been forced to move to a spot I had little confidence in. You’ve just got to play the hand you’re dealt and see what happens. Like my grandpa taught me about fishing: just because your cast doesn’t go where you hoped doesn’t mean it won’t get a bite. Work it with the same confidence you would if it was exactly what you planned to do. I reckon there’s a life lesson in there too.
re: Any AT Hikers this year?
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 4/1/26 at 2:13 pm to Riseupfromtherubble
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I've got about 110 miles in or so, from the southern terminus to Fontana Dam. Maybe I'll pick back up there when I retire
As a former thru-hiker, I would recommend not starting again at the Smokies. You need a good month of on-trail conditioning before the Smokies will be even moderately enjoyable. You will hate yourself if you do this. Maybe start up north and head south toward the Smokies, or start from Springer again.
re: Wondering what heinous acts barn fans committed in prior lives to deserve this?
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 3/14/26 at 11:09 am to Panic Collapse
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You idiots constantly set them on fire, almost every year.
False flag events made to look like Auburn fans did it. These have bammer fingerprints all over it. No true Auburn fans would ever do that.
re: Wondering what heinous acts barn fans committed in prior lives to deserve this?
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 3/13/26 at 7:52 am to Atxgump
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Wondering what heinous acts barn fans committed in prior lives to deserve this?
Well, we know that we can take “poisoning trees of a rival school”, “vehicular manslaughter due to driving at high rates of speed on a highway”, and “aiding and abetting in the shooting death of an innocent mother” off the list of options.
I’m grateful none of those things could be weighing on our conscience…
re: In Honor of Turkey Season
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 3/12/26 at 7:51 am to geauxbrown
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Multiflora Rose I used to get caught in that stuff hunting in the upper Midwest. It would get stuck in my clothes and take forever to pick it out. LOL
I’m a firm believer that multiflora rose is conscious and actively seeks out human blood and orange hats to feed on
re: In Honor of Turkey Season
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 3/11/26 at 6:45 am to geauxbrown
Bravo, sir. Great read, thanks for sharing.
The story of my first turkey isn’t remarkable because of the hunt itself, but rather the aftermath, once the echo of the 12-gauge had dissipated.
I was 16 or so, hunting with my dad on the family farm, where he had grown up and killed his first turkey. We hunted all morning without any luck, but in the afternoon we got one to come in as we sat under a cedar tree on the edge of an overgrown field. The Tom became visible as he stepped from behind a patch of tall grass and multiflora rose, and BOOM, I let fly.
The turkey started flopping around, half trying to fly away, and was starting to cover more ground than I expected, so I ran up, put on boot on his head, unsheathed my knife and cut his throat to put him out of his misery and ensure my first bird couldn’t get away.
As my dad caught up with me and we started back-slappin’ and celebrating my first gobbler he helped call in, we noticed a strange sound coming from the bird I was still standing on. Kind of a humming noise. We thought maybe it was just the last air escaping from the windpipe I had cut through in my haste to open his jugular with my knife. But the hum kept getting louder, and we sat there for a few more seconds, confused. Around the moment our brains decided that air escaping couldn’t be the source of this ever-increasing hum, we notice a mass of yellow-jackets starting to fight their way out from under the clump of tall grass the turkey’s body had pushed over in his final death-throes.
The Tom had managed to flop his way on top of a nest, and pushed the tall grass over just enough to somewhat block the hole long enough for us to catch our breath and let the bird quit flapping his wings and die.
As soon as we saw those yellow-jackets squirming out of the grass clump, my dad said “Grab the bird and run like hell!” and I was happy to oblige. I will never forget that day, I hope.
I often wonder, what are the odds of that happening? Out of all the places that Tom could’ve died, it was on top of a hornets’ nest? In a 50 acre field, he lands exactly there? And then factor in the odds that, when my dad was 10 years old, out hunting this same farm by himself, he would get the collar of his jacket caught on a barbed wire fence as he tried to crawl under it, and his yanking to try and get loose stirred up a nest of yellow-jackets at the base of the fence post. He was stung hundreds or thousands of times and very nearly died.
The odds of all these seemingly random factors actually occurring together are incalculable. Nearly Infinite, but yet, somehow possible.
Was this just pure coincidence? A sign from above? A message from the Lord that he has his hand in the outcome of our lives more than we know? A joke from the universe, the great Cosmic Giggle? I’ll never know for certain, but I have a hunch.
The story of my first turkey isn’t remarkable because of the hunt itself, but rather the aftermath, once the echo of the 12-gauge had dissipated.
I was 16 or so, hunting with my dad on the family farm, where he had grown up and killed his first turkey. We hunted all morning without any luck, but in the afternoon we got one to come in as we sat under a cedar tree on the edge of an overgrown field. The Tom became visible as he stepped from behind a patch of tall grass and multiflora rose, and BOOM, I let fly.
The turkey started flopping around, half trying to fly away, and was starting to cover more ground than I expected, so I ran up, put on boot on his head, unsheathed my knife and cut his throat to put him out of his misery and ensure my first bird couldn’t get away.
As my dad caught up with me and we started back-slappin’ and celebrating my first gobbler he helped call in, we noticed a strange sound coming from the bird I was still standing on. Kind of a humming noise. We thought maybe it was just the last air escaping from the windpipe I had cut through in my haste to open his jugular with my knife. But the hum kept getting louder, and we sat there for a few more seconds, confused. Around the moment our brains decided that air escaping couldn’t be the source of this ever-increasing hum, we notice a mass of yellow-jackets starting to fight their way out from under the clump of tall grass the turkey’s body had pushed over in his final death-throes.
The Tom had managed to flop his way on top of a nest, and pushed the tall grass over just enough to somewhat block the hole long enough for us to catch our breath and let the bird quit flapping his wings and die.
As soon as we saw those yellow-jackets squirming out of the grass clump, my dad said “Grab the bird and run like hell!” and I was happy to oblige. I will never forget that day, I hope.
I often wonder, what are the odds of that happening? Out of all the places that Tom could’ve died, it was on top of a hornets’ nest? In a 50 acre field, he lands exactly there? And then factor in the odds that, when my dad was 10 years old, out hunting this same farm by himself, he would get the collar of his jacket caught on a barbed wire fence as he tried to crawl under it, and his yanking to try and get loose stirred up a nest of yellow-jackets at the base of the fence post. He was stung hundreds or thousands of times and very nearly died.
The odds of all these seemingly random factors actually occurring together are incalculable. Nearly Infinite, but yet, somehow possible.
Was this just pure coincidence? A sign from above? A message from the Lord that he has his hand in the outcome of our lives more than we know? A joke from the universe, the great Cosmic Giggle? I’ll never know for certain, but I have a hunch.
re: Glascock Island
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 2/4/26 at 8:04 pm to baldona
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I just thought there was more to the story, ha.
This whole story is starting to remind me of True Detective Season 1. Whore houses, drugs, isolated cabins in the swamps, code names, private landing strip, things at the bottom of deep holes.
Sketchy AF
re: Overzealous South Carolina Game Wardens
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/28/26 at 8:18 am to omegaman66
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Same as always. Some people are dicks. Those dicks get jobs. Doesn't make their profession bad... it just means some dicks do every job that exist. There are more dicks than you realize.
You’re absolutely right, but I would argue that the system also creates more dicks via the incentives. They get rewarded, promoted, pay raises, etc for being dicks. Few people have the backbone and moral integrity to avoid becoming a dick when money and prestige are the reward.
The system is flawed and needs to be reformed at every level of law enforcement. Civil asset forfeiture (like taking a truck from a citizen accused of a crime) should be illegal.
re: Auburn is the best at..
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/26/26 at 7:44 am to rolltideroyalty
Bama is best at:
Poisoning trees
Having fans that shoot their cousin after a loss
Missing teeth
Aiding and abetting the murder of an innocent woman
Gifting Dodge Chargers to players
Having a unearned sense of superiority
Poisoning trees
Having fans that shoot their cousin after a loss
Missing teeth
Aiding and abetting the murder of an innocent woman
Gifting Dodge Chargers to players
Having a unearned sense of superiority
re: Overzealous South Carolina Game Wardens
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/23/26 at 9:56 am to LSUengr
When police or green jeans are giddy with excitement when arresting and confiscating property from citizens, we need to start examining the perverse incentives that cause this excitement.
Why should your career be advanced for getting lucky on who you arrest? You bait some poor soul into making a mistake (or in this case, nothing illegal at all), and get promoted due to dumb luck because the guy happens to have thermals and a new truck?
Luck should have nothing to do with promotions, it should be earned by a good work ethic, high moral standards, and a record of treating citizens with the kindness and respect they deserve (if they deserve it).
Why should your career be advanced for getting lucky on who you arrest? You bait some poor soul into making a mistake (or in this case, nothing illegal at all), and get promoted due to dumb luck because the guy happens to have thermals and a new truck?
Luck should have nothing to do with promotions, it should be earned by a good work ethic, high moral standards, and a record of treating citizens with the kindness and respect they deserve (if they deserve it).
re: Top players coming in the portal??
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/22/26 at 4:35 pm to ATLtiger12
Thanks for taking the time to write this up
re: How accurate is OnX hunting app with property lines
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/14/26 at 4:48 pm to GravelLotinCanada
I’ve noticed having a bad cell signal makes a big difference in the accuracy of what it’s showing you too.
re: Very optimistic about the future
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/10/26 at 9:49 am to greygoose
Identifying underrated talent, and then showing how well we can develop them for the NFL in order to retain them is going to be the requirement to win in the NIL era.
There is only so much money to spend on NIL, so you gotta find the underrated guys with potential that are cheap so you have the funds available to pay the big bucks for a few generational talents every year.
A guy with a fantastic work ethic can be molded into a great player by the right coaches. Genetic freaks tend to not work as hard and rest on their god-given talent, and will be much more expensive.
Give me 2-3 star guy that is HUNGRY to get better everyday over any genetic freak. Attitude is more important than measurables IMO.
There is only so much money to spend on NIL, so you gotta find the underrated guys with potential that are cheap so you have the funds available to pay the big bucks for a few generational talents every year.
A guy with a fantastic work ethic can be molded into a great player by the right coaches. Genetic freaks tend to not work as hard and rest on their god-given talent, and will be much more expensive.
Give me 2-3 star guy that is HUNGRY to get better everyday over any genetic freak. Attitude is more important than measurables IMO.
re: Portal Extravaganza - Walker/Texas tackle returns! edition
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/10/26 at 9:40 am to trinidadtiger
Regarding Bill Kaz, I used to go to his gym in Auburn on occasion back in the late 90’s. I remember seeing him around town sometimes too. He was a mountain of a man, even at that age (50s?). Truly impressive. Certainly inspiring at my young age.
re: Portal Extravaganza - Walker/Texas tackle returns! edition
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/8/26 at 5:21 pm to wareaglepete
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My current dog is named after the greatest heavyweight champion boxer ever.
You named your dog Mohammed?
re: That game yesterday was emasculating for Alabama's program
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 1/2/26 at 8:51 am to tide06
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Bama played (Adj Rush Def) OU (2) UGA (8) OU (2) IU (4)
But I was reliably told that Bama is the greatest football program ever and every other team sucks compared to them. If true, why would the rush defense of these teams matter? Wouldn’t the greatest program ever dominate everyone they played no matter what?
re: Michigan's Sherone Moore soundly defeated
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 12/11/25 at 12:19 pm to Hogfan13
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Plenty of us have never been defeated by it and never will be. Just depends on your moral compass, worldview, and belief system. It's a cheap joke and a cop-out. Lame rant over.
You must be a hoot at parties
re: Most Auburn fans are not really Auburn fans…
Posted by WarCamEagle88 on 11/27/25 at 6:21 am to Mediocre
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peace
In case anyone was wondering about the intelligence of Gump fans, Exhibit A
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