Skychief
69 Cal.
I tucked myself into my little hide of cover in the field I’ve hunted several times. As they say, if it ain’t broke......
The rain started falling as dawn tried to break. I imagine it had the same effect on the toms’ gusto as it did mine. Blah.
No gobbles were heard for a couple of hours. Then, at about 9:00, I heard one North of me back in the hardwoods. I answered and he honored the calling. I shut up as he sounded closer. Within a minute or two, I had two long beards practically on my lap!
They could have been twins. I had a jake set at 15 yards and two hens at 8 yards. Usually, I may count on any mature gobbler to head straight to my jake. Turkeys love to educate us and throw us curveballs on a frequent basis (another reason it never gets “old”).
These two sprinted in full strut (a comical look by the way), straight to one of the hen dummies 8 measly steps away. I didn’t complain. I wasn’t going to be too picky and watched for either to give me a sure shot. Turns out, it was the one to my right as he came to a standstill, broadside.
I took advantage,then,gave thanks for the health and means to be out with these beautiful creatures yet again. Being so close is icing on the cake!
Good luck to all of you this Spring and thanks for listening.
All the best, Skychief.