air horn as a shock gobble

Hawk whistles work.

So will slamming truck doors..

I have had them shock gobble to crow and owl calls.
Heard one gobble at geese for about an hour one day while fishing.

The best thing for me is my power crystal.
This thing will scream louder then any call I have heard and will still purr as soft as a hen on the roost. Yes I do like this call. ;D

I would stay away from the airhorn.

the places where I hunt it seems to me that geese and ducks get the most shock gobble responses

This is no lie. My buddy Skid had one gobble from a fart! He even had a witness with him when it happened.

Around Rising Sun there is a horn,Ive always thought it was a
barge or river boat horn that goes off at 7 am and they always gobble at it.I like using the screaming peacock,has worked well for me the last couple of years.

Where I hunted last spring, the toms wouldn't shock gobble at anything. Being less than a mile away from a steel mill and all of the associated noise gets them pretty used to sudden noises. Made it hard to locate birds, but I still managed a 24 pounder.

decatur..................and NOW we know why they call him SKID! lol

Closing a truck door is one I have used before.

Fuzzy

I think a goose call would work...

From a few years ago...

O’fer turkey season - so far

As usual the turkeys are winning the annual Turkeys VS Woody contest. I have
several 'close, but no cigars'. This morning was no difference.

I had parked out by the main road and hoofed it back an old lane about 3/4
mile to my designated listening area. I got on post at about 5:00 am. I
didn't have to use any locator calls as something had stirred up a mess of
crows about 75 yards from where I was at. They were pretty raucous and I had
to move away cause they were drowning out anything else in the woods. When I
did that I could hear a faint gobble off on another lane on my right. I
started hot footing it as quickly as I could cause dawn was fast
approaching. About 200 yards down the road I could hear a vehicle coming up
behind me. As I got to an old stripper pit coal mine haulage road the 4X4
truck finally caught up with me. This was 5:25 and way too late for anybody
to be driving into a turkey area. When he saw me he made a U turn and went
back out. That was enough to shut the bird down. Here I am pushing 61 and
hoofing it in close to a mile to not spook turkeys and this fool thinks he
can drive up to them.

As I'm sitting there pondering my fate, I hear an AT&T bird (long distance)
off to my right in a bunch of spoil banks. I find a cut in them and walk the
edge of a slough back to what I hoped was within a couple hundred yards of
the bird. He's gobbling, but not much. Plenty of light by then and the bird
must be on the ground. I set up and call. Gobble! All right!

Since these bird have been hammered I go easy on the calling. The last I
heard of him he was halfway into the next county. He had crossed a spoil
bank and I thought that maybe, just maybe I could go back to the lane,
circle around and head him off. When I got back to the lane the first bird
had opened up again. Close enough to go after.

I hot footed it farther down the lane, crossed a ditch and set up in a
little valley that runs parallel with the spoil banks. I had not finished
the first yelp, when I got a double gobble. Hot doggies! I worked that bird
for better than an hour trying to get him to come out of the spoil banks,
but nope, he wouldn't have any part of that. He gobbled all the time except
when he was on the move through his strutting area. He was making a wide
semi-circle around me. The best I could tell he was still about 150 yards
out. I figured this bird had been messed with as I had seen fresh human
tracks out on the lane not far from here. We had a gully washer rain a
couple of nights ago, so whoever was in here was a recent visitor. I
concluded that the gobbler had been called from about the same exact spot
that I was at since it was easy access and he wasn't budging. IOW - he'd
heard that tune before. When he made his swing to the left I got up and
moved to the end of his right side strut zone.

I set up there about 10 yards from the base of the spoil bank. If he worked
the top, he would be within range. I stroked my double glass Lil Deuce with
a plaintive yelp, yelp,yelp. He cut loose about where he was before I made
the move. The next gobble about 15 seconds later was much closer. He had
closed the gap. He ended up just on the other side of the spoil bank from
me. He couldn't be more than 50 yards, but he wouldn't top the bank. Finally
he cut loose with what sounded like he could be topping the bank. I eased my
gun up and slowly swung to where he gobbled.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

5
minutes went by. Nothing. I'm SURE he didn't see me. He's got to be
coming. About that time two Canada geese cut loose about a hundred yards or
so as they were winging over. *GOBBLE* way to the right! That one just about
made me jump out of my skin. I ease my eyes to the right and there he is 25
yards in the thickest stuff you could ever imagine. No self respecting
turkey should be in that stuff.

Several years ago we had a late, heavy and very wet snow. It took a bunch of
pines down with it's extra weight. The spoil banks around her kind of remind
me of some of Colorado's black timber with all the dead falls. The geese
flew over and the gobbler looked up at them. That was neat! He had stopped
in the wide open. Unfortunately my gun was pointed to where I had last heard
him. Even the fast guns of the old West couldn't draw on a turkey that was
eyeballing the surrounding area for hens or predators. All I could do was
sit and hope that he would come on down into the valley and get his hairy
eyeball behind a tree where I could make my swing. No such luck. He didn't
see Ms. Hen and he turned and went back into the spoil banks.

To make a long story short, I worked that bird from about 6:15 until 9:30. I
finally got fed up and tried to move up on top of the first set of spoil
banks. Mistake. That was the last that I heard him.

I've got three days left. I'll try him again tomorrow, but I'm sure it will
be tougher yet.

But, that's why they call it hunting isn't it?

I got a lot more "almosts" than "got him" stories.