I've been hitting the field pretty hard since opener. The weather around here has been cold, windy and a lot of rain. A lot of days would go by without a single gobble, other days they would gobble on the roost and go silent once they flew down. However, the birds were around and moving. I had a lot of hens roll through my setups (I have a few blinds strategically located), but the Toms just weren't having anything to do with me. I would see them in the brush, but they wouldn't come out. Usually about 2 hours after fly down, I would do a run and gun, but I just wasn't getting any response to my calls, so it made it pretty difficult, and I'd always end up back in a blind.
The past three mornings things have been getting better. The gobbling would last an hour or two after fly down, and I heard a lot more gobbling on the roost as well. I've been getting the Toms to come out into the fields, but never quite close enough to where I was setup. I made a last minute change in one of the blind locations on my way out yesterday, and rolled in at 4AM this morning.
It was foggy, and on the colder side, but judging by all the activity so early in the morning (beavers slapping their tails, swans honking, owls hooting, and birds chirping), I had a good feeling. 5:20 rolled around, and the gobbles started. As luck would have it, there was a nice Tom roosted about 60 yards from me in the swamp I setup near. He was talkative, and I resisted the urge to call. There were also several hens in the trees, and I waited for one to fly down, and then I began some soft clucks and purrs. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes and the rest of the hens and the big tom flew down. I clucked a few more times, hit the Jake gobble call (I hunt private land so not worried about using this call), and suddenly I had two hens coming in right in front of me, and three from my right... with the big tom following in behind the three. They were all heading towards my spread.
I lined up my shotgun, and got the bead on the toms white head... I let out a couple quick chirps from my mouth call, he stuck his head up, and I let him have it at about 40 yards. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. The three hens that were in front of him ran back into the swamp, and the two that were in front of me, just hung out, stuck their necks up and watched the death flop for a few seconds and then went back to what they were doing. They hung out for quite some time before I got out of the blind and they ran off.
Well, that's one in the bag and one to go! God I love turkey hunting!
Here are a few pics: