Post by Sasquatch on Apr 30, 2011 16:21:45 GMT -5
I decided to take a walk today, and as I figured I'd see 50 turkeys if I wasn't prepared, I printed off a tag, grabbed a gun and some calls and headed for the woods.
I walked along a creek checking for roost trees. I didn't see much except for a little garter snake, but I enjoyed the beauty of the spring woods all the same. I sat on a rock for a while and listened to the babble of the creek before continuing on. The real aim of this expedition was a relaxing stroll, so at this point I was doing good.
At about 2:00 PM I began heading back. Halfway up a daunting hill I heard a randy gobble just over the top.
I dove for a convenient ( and thankfully dry) tree like some arthritic commando, backing up against it as fast as I dared. I propped the artillery on one knee with one hand while fishing for calls with another. After popping in a mouth call I ventured a yelp or three.
GOOBLE-OBBLE-OBBLE!
He sounded closer. I peered up the hill to the sharp crest of the ridge, praying for a head to appear.
I really thought he was gonna come in. I really did. Long story short, he wandered around gobbling for about twenty minutes.
I took pains not to overdo it, and sometimes he gobbled between calls. Eventually he just drifted away.
I don't turkey hunt much....it's just a bad time of the year for extra activities. But I try to get out some. I seem to always get these kind of birds.
Where are those birds that come running in? Those flocks of jakes running circles around decoys?
Ah, hunting!
I walked along a creek checking for roost trees. I didn't see much except for a little garter snake, but I enjoyed the beauty of the spring woods all the same. I sat on a rock for a while and listened to the babble of the creek before continuing on. The real aim of this expedition was a relaxing stroll, so at this point I was doing good.
At about 2:00 PM I began heading back. Halfway up a daunting hill I heard a randy gobble just over the top.
I dove for a convenient ( and thankfully dry) tree like some arthritic commando, backing up against it as fast as I dared. I propped the artillery on one knee with one hand while fishing for calls with another. After popping in a mouth call I ventured a yelp or three.
GOOBLE-OBBLE-OBBLE!
He sounded closer. I peered up the hill to the sharp crest of the ridge, praying for a head to appear.
I really thought he was gonna come in. I really did. Long story short, he wandered around gobbling for about twenty minutes.
I took pains not to overdo it, and sometimes he gobbled between calls. Eventually he just drifted away.
I don't turkey hunt much....it's just a bad time of the year for extra activities. But I try to get out some. I seem to always get these kind of birds.
Where are those birds that come running in? Those flocks of jakes running circles around decoys?
Ah, hunting!
