Getting late in the year and I was starting to think it wasn't meant to be. Seen this Tom and a Jake last week, strutting away out of range. They gave me and three hens that where 10 yards from me quit a show. But, they never came in close and I went home.
Fast forward to now. Set up by 5 am, hounded by a flock of mosquitoes from my car all the way in. Tucked my head down and didn't move until most had moved on ensuring I would have enough blood to make it out. The birds begin to chirp, but no Turkeys gobble. I wait, not moving for fear of mosquitoes... I give a little call, a distant gobble emerges. There's one hear... I wait 15-20 minutes, silence. I call again, and again a distant answer. I wait 15 more minutes, nothing. Ouch, a mosquito digs deep into my left ear brow. I raise my hand and squish it. As my hand hits my brow I spy a Turkey 150 yards to my left. It dashes straight back into the bush from where it came. Did it see me? I don't know so there I sit. A few minutes later a turkey emerges 300 yards away at the far end of the trees where I seen the last. It dances across the field out of sight. From the same bush line three others emerge and slowly, painstakingly slowly make there way towards me. I strain to see a beard, but they are still to far away.
Suddenly I hear leaf litter behind to my right. Squirrel? Chipmunk? Turkey? It's a Jake, walks out 5 yards to my right, heading to the rear of my decoy. I bring up my mossberg, put the sights on him when my heart begins to beat a little faster, a Tom has walked out right behind him, his beard swaying like a pendulum. I adjust my target and successfully completed my day at 6:30. I can't wait for next time!
Fast forward to now. Set up by 5 am, hounded by a flock of mosquitoes from my car all the way in. Tucked my head down and didn't move until most had moved on ensuring I would have enough blood to make it out. The birds begin to chirp, but no Turkeys gobble. I wait, not moving for fear of mosquitoes... I give a little call, a distant gobble emerges. There's one hear... I wait 15-20 minutes, silence. I call again, and again a distant answer. I wait 15 more minutes, nothing. Ouch, a mosquito digs deep into my left ear brow. I raise my hand and squish it. As my hand hits my brow I spy a Turkey 150 yards to my left. It dashes straight back into the bush from where it came. Did it see me? I don't know so there I sit. A few minutes later a turkey emerges 300 yards away at the far end of the trees where I seen the last. It dances across the field out of sight. From the same bush line three others emerge and slowly, painstakingly slowly make there way towards me. I strain to see a beard, but they are still to far away.
Suddenly I hear leaf litter behind to my right. Squirrel? Chipmunk? Turkey? It's a Jake, walks out 5 yards to my right, heading to the rear of my decoy. I bring up my mossberg, put the sights on him when my heart begins to beat a little faster, a Tom has walked out right behind him, his beard swaying like a pendulum. I adjust my target and successfully completed my day at 6:30. I can't wait for next time!
