How goes your turkey season?
Posted: March 27th, 2013, 7:37 pm
We started out with a lot of gobbling-opening morning heard 3 birds on the WMA we hunt in about a mile of bottom, Sunday heard 2. The next Wednesday saw us on a farm we hunt and again we heard 3 gobblers. I told my son I thought the closest bird was henned up and got a little excited when we called in two different hens thinking they would have Tom in tow. They did not. Went back out that windy, spitting rainy evening and called in two more hens, and they DID have a gobbler in tow. He was a very friendly gobbler and he decided he would take a truck ride home with me.
I have heard a couple more birds since then in the WMA, but only 2-3 gobbles and they shut down. Not enough to figure their position out, so we had to guess their location and direction (we chose...................poorly). They now seem to all have rubber bands on their beaks-they may be able to stetch it to get off one gobble a morning, but that is about it.
The next rainy nasty day we had (this past Sunday), we went out after the rain and called in a noisy bossy hen and her two sidekicks. I just stopped calling and let her do the work. She was clucking and purring and yelping and called a bird in to my son's gun. Very nice old hen, she was. At the shot, I told him to be still (it was a close in slam dunk) and sure enough, they jumped but did not leave. She called for another 30 minutes before leaving the field but no other bird decided to join her.
Bummer, still looking for the elusive double up. My best chance was when four came to my cruddy hen impression, but my son was a young un and had never killed a bird at that point, so I did not even raise my gun-he poked one at 26 steps with his youth model 20 gauge. Maybe when I am old and decrepit and gumming my food, he will do the same for me.
I have heard a couple more birds since then in the WMA, but only 2-3 gobbles and they shut down. Not enough to figure their position out, so we had to guess their location and direction (we chose...................poorly). They now seem to all have rubber bands on their beaks-they may be able to stetch it to get off one gobble a morning, but that is about it.
The next rainy nasty day we had (this past Sunday), we went out after the rain and called in a noisy bossy hen and her two sidekicks. I just stopped calling and let her do the work. She was clucking and purring and yelping and called a bird in to my son's gun. Very nice old hen, she was. At the shot, I told him to be still (it was a close in slam dunk) and sure enough, they jumped but did not leave. She called for another 30 minutes before leaving the field but no other bird decided to join her.
Bummer, still looking for the elusive double up. My best chance was when four came to my cruddy hen impression, but my son was a young un and had never killed a bird at that point, so I did not even raise my gun-he poked one at 26 steps with his youth model 20 gauge. Maybe when I am old and decrepit and gumming my food, he will do the same for me.