im pretty good at calling, im a week or two into my second season. im finding birds, but its like if i get there early i can here them fly down from the roost, but they they never come to my calls because the fucking boss hen is not letting them leave, so i lay off and wait for him to gobble again and hes in the guys back yard and doesnt leave until he goes back to roost(can only hunt turkey till one pm in my state)
when i go out later, if hes not in the guys backyard i cant get him to call at all, and when i can get them to come in the boss hen always cock blocks me. ive tried calling her in, i dont have a gobbler cal, but acting pissed off, mimicking her, interupting her, and nothing, theyre all but 70-80 yards away, but are staying where they are.
so its like what do i do
do i wait between the guys yard and the roost area, listen to him gobble until hes real close then start calling, after hes left the hens hes been with already?
do i just sit in a spot known to be turkeys and call and wait for one to come in silently or wait to hear one? is it worth it to be up so early to get him off the roost? maybe one of these times he wont be interested in the hen hes with?
do i get up even earlier and 5-10 minutes before they usually start gobbling down from the tree, start calling and keep calling till he comes in? do i wait till he gobbles to start calling?
i mean i just dont know what to do other than the things ive tried. i think im going to try setting up right where i thnk hes going to walk to the guys yard, and try and call him in when he gets close to me. if this doesnt work ill try calling to him before he gets out of the tree in the morning.
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no decoys. i had a subbordonate jake sneak in on me in a field right as i put my gun down to scratch my ass, so i lightly called when he was still out over 100 yards and i let him walk, quietly calling, whispering in fact, because the two tom turkeys about another 50 yards past where he came into sight had been stroking me off since 430 am, would more than likely whoop his ass if they knew he was moving in on a hen calling to them(really me). i grabbed the gun and didnt get a shot because he saw me as he walked into the wood line about 20 feet to the left of me.
had another tom around 9 am one day, walking to the truck, 30 feet from it make one last call and bam hes gobbling in the woods to the left, so we sneak around back the other side of him and he comes over a crest of a hill about 80 yards out in these tall pines, with short pines under them. the boss hen was with him and spitting and drumming and squealing like she was getting laid even though she wasnt. couldnt get her too come to us, bringing the gobbler with her either. tryed mocking her, cutting her off, squealing like one getting laid, drumming, spitting, shaking hand in the leaves.
was smoking a bowl in a tree stand on the edge of a pheasant field with 4 foot tall grass, gun at the bottom of the tree, do a call and five minutes later the gobbler comes out of the four foot tall grass about 30 feet away from me, the stand was ten feet off the dirt road on the side of the field and thats where hes stepped out into view on, obviously didnt get that one.
theres these two flocks of turkey in the woods behind my house, just happens too be about 2500 acres of landlocked old farmland, about ten different fields, with streams and woods betweenthe fields, oak stands, brushy stands, pine stands its all back there. no one can contact anyone that knows who owns the land, its borders are four roads, all with houses. but this property touches no roads at all. but it abutts my property.
i know where exactly both flocks roost, pretty close to houses on the other side of the property from me, both flocks end up in someones backyard by 7-11 am. should i try sneaking up around them in between roost and back yard and wait till they head my direction then start calling?
-------------------- its that bitter-sweet-sour, electric-smooth-twang. everything you ever have, are. or will feel along with every emotion, joy, hate, love, fear or aspiration burning down your nerves and into the fabric of your place in this existence at ten thousand degrees above and below zero will you find yourself wondering if you've been dead or alive this whole time. being born over and over only to die over and over hoping the wheel stops in the same place it started when you spun it, and when it finally does and you can step back and take a nice deep breath you realize how beautiful life is, remember, wake up to the most beautiful day of your life every single day, its just the way.
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