The morning started out at 33 degrees but very little wind. About 15 minutes after I had gotten settled in, I heard the first gobble. Goodness gracious, it was very nearby a bit behind and over my right shoulder. That meant I had walked right under him on the way thru the timber. There was quite a bit of other gobbling coming from trees further away. The whole timber was echoing back and forth with their gobbles.
Soon a young Jake came into view. He came from behind me and had gobbled once, after he had flown down from the tree. He was taking it a step at a time all the while scanning for that hen he had heard. He came from the right, made a half circle in front of me and all the way to my left. He then retraced his steps back to the right hand side of me stopping about 20 yards away. At which point he proceeded to let out gobble after gobble. He seemed extremely disappointed, when he could not find that elusive hen that he was hearing. Getting no response to his gobbling, he drifted off to the north and disappeared from view.
Finally, Don't like my gobbles? I'm outta here!
Soon a young Jake came into view. He came from behind me and had gobbled once, after he had flown down from the tree. He was taking it a step at a time all the while scanning for that hen he had heard. He came from the right, made a half circle in front of me and all the way to my left. He then retraced his steps back to the right hand side of me stopping about 20 yards away. At which point he proceeded to let out gobble after gobble. He seemed extremely disappointed, when he could not find that elusive hen that he was hearing. Getting no response to his gobbling, he drifted off to the north and disappeared from view.
Finally, Don't like my gobbles? I'm outta here!
