Took leave yesterday to get out for some more turkey's. Parked the truck and started the hike up to where I wanted to start my day. I get close to the spot and I think I hear a gobble. So I press on more cautiously, and I know I hear a gobble. I get a fix on where it was coming from and set up. After a few minutes of just sitting there listening to this bird gobble, I let out a few soft tree yelps with my mouth call.
GAME ON! By now shooting hours have started, so I take my hat and make like a hen flying down.
I scratch at the ground like a turkey.
This bird was fired up. After a bit he flies down perpendicular to me. I yelp to get a fix on him and he gobbles about 70 yds away, and there he stayed the whole time. We went on for about 20 minutes when I hear a big crunch behind me. So I poke my head around the tree, gun up just in case, and see nothing. The next time I heard the turkey he was double the distance away. I was not pleased. Busted by a dang tree limb falling. Oh well, I learned some valuable info. I know where they roost, and where they head after flydown as I heard some more gobbling from atleast 3 other birds down in this ravine by the river. I'm headed out again Sunday and have tweaked my game plan accordingly. I also heard some howling in the morning, but they sounded way lower pitched than coyotes and none of that yip yip stuff. I'm thinking they were wolves. We do have a small population up here.All in all, a very good day. The weather was great. Not many people out.
