It is tough for us with late openers to watch all you guy and gals chase turkies before we open. What a great time of year to be in the woods.
My season opened this week and started with me on a longbeard I had put to bed. I set up on him and his gals on the opener morning and it was too easy, he flew down at 30 yards and was strutting in range 15 minutes after legal. He strutted into 10 yards but my heart wasn't in it. When he crossed out of range I regretted that I didn't take him. I hunted the rest of that morning, an early morning later in the week and I slept in today.
I got in the woods today at 8 am and spent a relaxing morning calling from some of my favorite deep woods spots. I first heard this bird gobbling from along the side of a hill above a swamp and I was able to close 100 yards and get set up right perfect on a knob next to the swamp that would give me nice visibility, but would keep me (the hen) out of sight as he closed the distance, dropped off the hill and into the creek bottom and then close the final yards to gun range. He was gobbling some, but not hammering after my calls, I hate that... you know they hear you, but you want to keep calling to make sure and if you don't resist you over call. He went into strut right out of sight in the creek bottom. The silent treatment had him on the move looking for love before too long, probably 5 minutes. He popped up within 30 yards and cut right in front of me. I wasn't about to let him walk.
I don't get many birds this nice, so I am super happy (although the picture doesn't show it). 24 pounds, 11" thick beard and both spurs well over an inch.
My season opened this week and started with me on a longbeard I had put to bed. I set up on him and his gals on the opener morning and it was too easy, he flew down at 30 yards and was strutting in range 15 minutes after legal. He strutted into 10 yards but my heart wasn't in it. When he crossed out of range I regretted that I didn't take him. I hunted the rest of that morning, an early morning later in the week and I slept in today.
I got in the woods today at 8 am and spent a relaxing morning calling from some of my favorite deep woods spots. I first heard this bird gobbling from along the side of a hill above a swamp and I was able to close 100 yards and get set up right perfect on a knob next to the swamp that would give me nice visibility, but would keep me (the hen) out of sight as he closed the distance, dropped off the hill and into the creek bottom and then close the final yards to gun range. He was gobbling some, but not hammering after my calls, I hate that... you know they hear you, but you want to keep calling to make sure and if you don't resist you over call. He went into strut right out of sight in the creek bottom. The silent treatment had him on the move looking for love before too long, probably 5 minutes. He popped up within 30 yards and cut right in front of me. I wasn't about to let him walk.
I don't get many birds this nice, so I am super happy (although the picture doesn't show it). 24 pounds, 11" thick beard and both spurs well over an inch.