First ever
Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:30 am
Never been lucky enough to bag a turkey. Only been on three hunts in my life before this week.
Most of the place I deer hunt has been under water until a week or so ago. Went Friday after work to try to roost a gobbler. Had one answering my hoots so I slipped out and came back yesterday morning with a caller and a camera man. Walked 4 miles without hearing a peep.
Came back to same spot this morning and let the real owls locate any that were around. First hoot was at 6:10 followed by gobbles from TWO birds down in the bottom. For the next 10-15 minutes, the owls and gobblers were talking back and forth. Eased on down the road towards both turkeys.
Bottom was logged last winter and really open. Figured I better not push it and found the widest tree I could to sit against. The closest turkey was gobbling so often I was able to narrow down his location and watch him pitch down into a logging road 100 yards in front of me. he hung out in the open for about 10-15 minutes, gobbling his head off. Whenever he disappeared behind a tree or lay down, I would hit the pot call a few seconds, hoping he would start heading my direction.
Eventually, he decided I wasn't coming to him and he started weaving his way toward me. The closer he got, the faster my ticker was ticking. I was afraid he'd see my chest moving I was breathing do hard. When he got to about 25-30 yards I decided to go ahead and send the nitro 4's down range. That sucker rolled off in a mud hole and was flipping and flopping till he was covered in mud and muck. I was filthy with mud and blood by time I got back in the truck at 7:15. Now I see what this turkey hunting addiction is all about. Only thing that could have made the hunt any better was to have a buddy to experience it with me.
Think I'll try to get the other one tomorrow morning.
Most of the place I deer hunt has been under water until a week or so ago. Went Friday after work to try to roost a gobbler. Had one answering my hoots so I slipped out and came back yesterday morning with a caller and a camera man. Walked 4 miles without hearing a peep.
Came back to same spot this morning and let the real owls locate any that were around. First hoot was at 6:10 followed by gobbles from TWO birds down in the bottom. For the next 10-15 minutes, the owls and gobblers were talking back and forth. Eased on down the road towards both turkeys.
Bottom was logged last winter and really open. Figured I better not push it and found the widest tree I could to sit against. The closest turkey was gobbling so often I was able to narrow down his location and watch him pitch down into a logging road 100 yards in front of me. he hung out in the open for about 10-15 minutes, gobbling his head off. Whenever he disappeared behind a tree or lay down, I would hit the pot call a few seconds, hoping he would start heading my direction.
Eventually, he decided I wasn't coming to him and he started weaving his way toward me. The closer he got, the faster my ticker was ticking. I was afraid he'd see my chest moving I was breathing do hard. When he got to about 25-30 yards I decided to go ahead and send the nitro 4's down range. That sucker rolled off in a mud hole and was flipping and flopping till he was covered in mud and muck. I was filthy with mud and blood by time I got back in the truck at 7:15. Now I see what this turkey hunting addiction is all about. Only thing that could have made the hunt any better was to have a buddy to experience it with me.
Think I'll try to get the other one tomorrow morning.