Wow. My buddy wanted to go today so I finally bought a tag. Early starts are overrated, we got setup at 830. Passed 4 Toms and even more hens on the drive in to our first setup. A bird or two were gobbling behind us a good ways. After 2 hours only saw 1 hen while in blind, so we moved 110 yards closer to the hay field with birds in it. Ate a sandwich, hit the calls, and 30 mins later 3 toms came gobbling in at a medium “temperature.” They were hung up just out of our ethical range for 5 minutes.
I worked a sweet song of the softest yelps that old pot call could make, sprinkled with a content cluck or two, nearly inaudible to human ears. But to a Tom Turkey this is heavenly music on a calm spring day with the sun bright and gleaming. It took some coaxing but that old handmade slate is too much for any gobbler to resist. A tiptoe forward, tail coming in and out of strut, and soon a closed gap and three big birds in our lap.
Three bright red heads were bobbing and weaving, what exact moment should our triggers be squeezing? Muzzles slid out of the blind with care, with hopes of two dead turkeys tagged for a pair.
I dropped mine, my buddy who is a better shot than me had a hiccup, hitting the bird hard but not in head or neck. It turned and he caught the back/wing. Mag emptied, we hurried out and chased on foot, looking for 30 minutes. A massive pile of feathers on the ground, it’s a sickening thing to seriously wound a game bird and never find it. Packing up, ready to leave, I told my buddy I’d walk the forest/field edge and meet him at the exit gate. Lo and behold, something caught my eye. There in the brush was our missing turkey. Another great season in the turkey woods.
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