Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Ground Round Checks In
Now
We pray our breasts for them to eat,
When we died – a man – no jake,
We prayed that the Golden Ticket – swiftly our lives did take!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
I LOVE NY - AGAIN!
Let me break it off for you: Frank and I have been getting wind F-ed all morning – nothing is talking – nothing wants to die. We jump in the truck and cruise over to a new honeyhole – completely untouched as of day 2 of the season. On the drive over we pig out on some grilled turkey bombs wrapped in cream cheese, bacon, and jalapenos. No Busch Light or High Life yet – can’t celebrate until the ninjey clock strikes high noon.
We run and gun the new spot like it is our job – BECAUSE IT IS! Can’t get a bird to strike to save our ninja lives. Clock says 11:15am and we have one creek bed left to check – Frankie turns to me and says ( true story – ninjas never lie ) “I just said a ninja prayer Rob – it is going to happen in this spot”
Ninja Gods must have missed the prayer – we call for 10 minutes – and nothing answers. Tails tucked, we start the walk of shame to the truck – BOOM – bird hits right in the creek bed we just left.
Half hour til’ noon and the fat lady still hasn’t sung. Bird runs like O.J. into the bottom – starts his last strutting activity at about 150yds – wants his lady friend to come to him – a real man’s man to say the least. Clock is ticking – my watch reads 11:45am – he wants it but doesn’t want to work for it.
IT IS NOW OR NEVER – I judge him at 50yds – the GOLDEN TICKET is released.
Ticket PUNCHED – he does a Triple Lindey into the creek and doesn’t move – the water runs red in
How old is he? As old as he’s going to get Ol’ Boy. We had to know for sure – rangefinders don’t lie – 64yds.
Ground Round - Out
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
NOT ALL NINJY's are ON 100% all the time...
In his Buke Myōmokushō, military historian Hanawa Hokinoichi writes of the ninja:
“ | They travelled in disguise to other territories to judge the situation of the enemy, they would inveigle their way into the midst of the enemy to discover gaps, and enter enemy castles to set them on fire, and carried out assassinations, arriving in secret.[3] |
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Don't Let Ninjis Play The Shell Game
Sometimes In War There Are Casualties…
Sometimes Strutters Ain’t The Strutter….
Moral Of The Story….
Never Let A Ninji Play The Shell Game….
Because No Matter What Shell The Pea Is Under…
One Of The Shells Is Gonna Get Ninji’ed.
The PCP Is On The Board With A Jake Fan For The B-Mobile!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Ground Round called down the thunder - and Frank struck him with lightning
There was some that said he had lost his touch, said he could never get back to the black belt ninjy inner circle again, questioned his dedication to the lifelong pursuit of the jellyhead - them "some" was dead-ass wrong.
Next stop is New York - where the burning blood-thirsty desires of Ol' Boy Ground Round and The Yankee will come together, to form a Voltron-like killing machine that won't stop until the streets of downtown Albany run thick with crimson.
"In this world there are world champion turkey callers, and world champion turkey killas - I'm a Turkey Ninja."
UNTAMED POWER OF THE YANKEE HAWK!
It is official – Ol’ Boy Frankie the Yankee has made it happen in
It would be hard for anyone to argue that the full hawk the Yankee is sporting didn’t have something ( or EVERTHING ) to do with the Great Turkey Ninja in the Sky smiling down on these young men. Did that majestic Ninjey also notice the full Shadow Branch jacket and pants? – NO DOUBT.
It truly is a GOOD FRIDAY in
Note: Frank and JT would like to thank their sponsors for making this all possible – Copenhagen, Wild Turkey LLC, Busch Light, Magnum Blend, and the lovely women at the Red Garter in Key West, FLA
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Hart regroups in Tennessee with a Top 10 Bird in Tennessee
Fellas,
I had an AMAZING weekend in TN hunting on my buddy Jim Catino's lease near Shelbyville, TN. On Saturday morning Jimmy C dropped me and Kerry Collins QB of the Titans out to chase some birds. I had the back half of his lease and Kerry had the front half. I hunted the front half the day before and gave Kerry some info of the birds I heard before the weather got bad on Friday.
I get to where I was getting and had at least 6 birds hammering on the roost. At daylight I spent two hours working 4 birds behind me to my field. Around 8am 5 hens came out at (what I thought was about 60 yards). I lost my rangefinder and didn't have an accurate range. My gun is patterned to 70 so I felt good with the steady rest of my trigger stick if the gobblers were following. After 5 minutes I got a bad case of heartburn and let out a cough. The hens became alert and nervous. A few minutes later a longbeard was in check and he was nervous as well. I thought the longbeard was at 55 to 60 and I squeezed the trigger...MISS, he took off flying and chambered a shell in my 870. I stood up and the other three were looking at me. I put the red dot on one's head and watched my pattern hit the birds feet on the chert rock gravel road. The next shot was the same. I felt sick. I stepped off the yardage and I was mistaken. The first bird was at 76 yards and the other was 73. I was discussed with myself.
Kerry heard me shoot and sent a text to Jimmy C that he heard my three shots. Jimmy C called immediately and said "What the hell?" Walking back to the camp, I heard the three birds gobble. Out of shells I walked back with my tail between my legs. After eating a good breakfast and regrouping, we decided to head back out about 10. I went to the same field about 400 yards to the other side and the drizzle started. I called occasionally and the field started to fill up with hens. I called a couple of jakes to the decoys and another lone hen. Around 12:45 I decided to get up and stretch my legs. I contemplated leaving for lunch and thought to wait another 15 minutes.
5 minutes later I saw a big black spot at 400 yards. Putting my binos up I saw a big chested bird with a red head. I yelped and cut hard and he put his head up. I had a Dave Smith jake and two hens. After periscoping my set up he began to walk my way. At 300 yards I noticed that his beard was the size of my forearm. My breath started to pick up. He would stop every 10 yards to look and see what was going on. After 40 minutes he cut the gap to 100 yards. At 100 yards I yelp 3 times and he blew up into strut. He started to walk my way strutting every 5 yards and stopping to look. At about 75 yards I decided it was time to ease my binos down and put my hand on the gun. I moved the binos down a 1/2 inch at a time until my hands were on my 10 ga. At 25 yards I got my cheek on the gun and his head happened to be in line with my bead. I squeezed the trigger and the new sample 10 ga 4x5x7 Hevi 13s hit him like a baseball bat. After 45 minutes of watching this beast then walking up to the beast my adrenaline took over and while looking at his spurs and his rope I hit my knees. This hasn't happened to me since high school football but I was so excited I began to puke. I was torn up! When Jimmy C and his buddy Trey showed up we gave a proper toast to the turkey gods with a bottle of 101!
He didn't gobble once.
I love this sport.
22.75lbs
12 1/6" beard (massive thick)
1.5" spur, 1.4375" spur
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Nascar Fans Rule
Saw this while reading the USA TODAY this morning. What Pride and Support for the Rainbow Runner Jeff Gordon.
That right there is just pure pride and dedication.
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Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Ninja Laich and Ninja Hart Strike Swiftly
Ninjas Lalich and Hart struck this morning. Eastern down. 17lbs, 10.5" beard, 1 1/8" spurs.
A hen picked me out at 10 yards as the sun was shining down my barrel. I had a tough time getting a bead on him in the sun and I had to shoot him running at 40 yards. I pulled the trigger and he took off flying. I thought I missed but he flew about 40 yards and hit the ground with a thud.
It wasn't a pretty shot but he is riding in the back of the truck.
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
NEW ZEALAND Ninjys
Ya’ll Get a look at this Record New Zealand Gobbler…….
Well I have a update from New Zealand. After taking our stags and some rams and other things, we decided to chase turkeys!! Little did we know it would end up with the new South Pacific pending World Record turkey!! A young man names Logan from Wyoming was here hunting and I videoed him archery kill this 5 bearded (37 1/4" total bead inches" white turkey. They have Merriam's and several of these all white birds we have found, but we never realized it had 5 beards....looking at SCI it shatters the current record y over 60" He had 1 1/4" and 1 1/8" hooks. Pretty cool...catching a plane today and will be back chasing easterns this week!!! |
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Monday, April 4, 2011
Another successful Ninja
upson county GA.....been chasin this bastard for 2 seasons, b/n rainstorms i struck out with a mouth call, gun and cushion walking, calling along the way......on way back to truck, he hammered 40 yards from road, with little options i immediately sat down, clucked 3 times and he showed himself.......thought he was about 60, leveled the 11-87, he dropped, jumped and ran, this fat boy gave chase at full speed through the pines, didn't have to shoot again, he died just before i did after 120 yard sprint......my best one thus far.....11.5 / 1.25 hooks
hart, sorry for lack of my coveted bl camo, no one makes it in gore-tex rain gear yet...hint, hint
Ninjy Matt Haun
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Found him....
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Friday, March 25, 2011
Turkey Porn
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Warms the soul.......
So I heard my First Gobble this morning.. On my drive in to work, feasting on a bowl of Oatmeal, I see them. My Flock that hangs out on the side of Highway 444... MOST of them are down in the lower end of the field, Strutters everywhere.... I slam on brakes, start digging for my Polaroid, and roll down the window... along with being slammed with the 19 degree chill, I am bombarded with the sweet sound of Gobblin Thunder. The ole boys are excited! We got 8" of Fresh Snow on Wednesday... so these thunder chickens are having to work a little harder for some grub, but the ole boys are in the mood for love... there were 2 more walking down the edge of the woods coming to join the party and about 6 more up on top of the hill. I think I'll have to pay a visit to this farmer for sure.... Hope he would like a new Pellet gun as a gift!
Only 5 weeks to NY OPENER.. only 3 til I'm in Texas....
BW
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Season has Started!
turkeys. So we figured we better get to kill'n ourselves. We formed a plan
and put together alittle "work" meeting in the south. Needless to say it was
an adventure. I lucked out a found one the first morning that wanted to
commit suicide and ran to the front of my barrel and was done by 6:58 am in
Ala. Rob on the other hand, They weren't cooperating too much with him the
first day. They did go for a wonderful joy ride in the Bad Boy until Rob's
cab driver tried to ride through the creek and over the beaver dam. They
made that part until they buried it in a foot deep of mud on the other side.
We had to come to the rescue and winch them out. We felt bad so we gave them
our nice clean BBB and went and washed theirs.
The next day Rob found 2 lonesome bachelors that he was able to sweet talk
into range.
We had a great start to the season. Can't wait for the next trip. It can't
come quick enough.
Just wanted to say congrats to everyone who has had success so far and Good
Luck to the rest of you for the season.
Ferg
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Spurs Up In Alabama
Monday, March 21, 2011
Osceola Report from Ninja Hart
I had a longbeard big boy walk to the decoys to my left at 20 yards and this ol' bird was strutting and gobbling to my right. We had a dirty sounding hen in front of us at 20 yards that gave out some dirty talk and this ol' boy like it so much he gave us a couple loud gobbles. I told William I was going to shoot the bird in the decoys when after he raised his fan for the decoys. William said "the bird on the left is in range and so is the bird to your right but he is bigger". I didn't want to shoot left handed (as I've missed three doing so) but I took my time and let the 11-87 bark at 7:34 pm.
22lbs (fat boy) l0.5" thick beard, super black wings and the longest spur was 1 9/16"
First time I tagged out in FL, first bird I shot a bird with an 11-87 and first bird I killed left handed. William's 11-87 dropped him at 46 yards. Osceola #9 in the books and it was a damn memorable one.
HART
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hart in FL again...
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tommy T breaks a 5 year drought / curse
And from the looks of this picture he is wearing his release so let me rephrase: BOW GRAND SLAM!
Congrats Ol' Boy! How about them hooks?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
WOW. NICE VIEW