I guess this is only for those of us in Canada that have the privilege of hunting wild turkeys, but, I was interested in hearing from those of you that have had the opportunity to hunt them and some of your tales of conquer, or woe.
Lord knows through my first few years of hunting turkeys...there were a number of instances of woe.
My most memorable one was five years ago. I entered the woods well before sun-up with one of those locator calls (Owl sound) from Quaker Boy, which I was told would locate a gobbler for you no problem. Personally, I think that it sounded like blowing over the top of an open beer bottle...but somehow, just before the sun came up, I blew on it and got a gobble about 100 yards away or so. I think it was just coincidence...but, it told me where a turkey was anyway.
I figured that I'd best hunker down against the nearest large tree. The sun came up and all I could hear were bugs buzzing...birds chirping, etc., so I started on a few yelps on a box call.
Nothing.
I kept up a pretty loose calling pattern...a few yelps here and there about every 6-10 minutes or so...and heard nothing for about an hour. I didn't see anything either...
So, impatience got the best of me and I figured that the turkey was either still in the roost or flew down and went in the other direction. I stood up...and when I did and looked to my right I had a perfect view of a Jake who had come in from the right, behind a bunch of bushes and trees, high tailing it in the other direction...away from me after he saw me move.
I was too busy looking in the direction I thought the turkey would be coming from to check all directions...dumb dumb dumb.
I've since learned my lesson...I think.
Lord knows through my first few years of hunting turkeys...there were a number of instances of woe.
My most memorable one was five years ago. I entered the woods well before sun-up with one of those locator calls (Owl sound) from Quaker Boy, which I was told would locate a gobbler for you no problem. Personally, I think that it sounded like blowing over the top of an open beer bottle...but somehow, just before the sun came up, I blew on it and got a gobble about 100 yards away or so. I think it was just coincidence...but, it told me where a turkey was anyway.
I figured that I'd best hunker down against the nearest large tree. The sun came up and all I could hear were bugs buzzing...birds chirping, etc., so I started on a few yelps on a box call.
Nothing.
I kept up a pretty loose calling pattern...a few yelps here and there about every 6-10 minutes or so...and heard nothing for about an hour. I didn't see anything either...
So, impatience got the best of me and I figured that the turkey was either still in the roost or flew down and went in the other direction. I stood up...and when I did and looked to my right I had a perfect view of a Jake who had come in from the right, behind a bunch of bushes and trees, high tailing it in the other direction...away from me after he saw me move.
I was too busy looking in the direction I thought the turkey would be coming from to check all directions...dumb dumb dumb.
I've since learned my lesson...I think.