Greenmtnboy
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Well got out and elk hunted this week.... well it was really Turkey hunting but after covering twenty plus miles and a few thousand vertical feet of some of the most god offal scrub oak, juniper, and ponderous drainages imaginable I felt it was fall elk hunting not pleasant rolling hill turkey hunting.
The birds in my hunting area are flocked up not even henned up so calling was a moot point because the hens weren't going to nest mid day and leaving the Toms to come to my lonely hen call something my six year old daughter and I found out the first morning when we got into a huge flock controlled by a very aggressive brood hen.
we got a hammering volunteer from a big ol Tom just to have that hen start screaming at us and pulling the flock away.
So we backed out of there and after a two hour bush whack and a thousand foot climb back up to the canyon rim to our camp I realized I need to hunt in a bit more unconventional method.
The next morning at 4am my alarm said to early or was that me.
I got down into the drainage before light and set up under the roost tree. Once I figured out where the Toms were roosting I snuck in between them and the rest of the flock who were roosted in six or eight towering ponderous pines.
just as the first hens started tree calling I let loose with the most god offal yotie call scattering the whole flock to the four winds.
I had already set my decoys up and immediately started yelping aggressively trying to drown out the brood hen's bitching about being disturbed so early.
Well two Toms took the bate and came a running, POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER and that all she wrote boys.
The interesting part was that even tho I diden't harvest the biggest Tom the one I got had a very nice 10 inch beard that was actually a double beard.
The birds in my hunting area are flocked up not even henned up so calling was a moot point because the hens weren't going to nest mid day and leaving the Toms to come to my lonely hen call something my six year old daughter and I found out the first morning when we got into a huge flock controlled by a very aggressive brood hen.
we got a hammering volunteer from a big ol Tom just to have that hen start screaming at us and pulling the flock away.
So we backed out of there and after a two hour bush whack and a thousand foot climb back up to the canyon rim to our camp I realized I need to hunt in a bit more unconventional method.
The next morning at 4am my alarm said to early or was that me.
I got down into the drainage before light and set up under the roost tree. Once I figured out where the Toms were roosting I snuck in between them and the rest of the flock who were roosted in six or eight towering ponderous pines.
just as the first hens started tree calling I let loose with the most god offal yotie call scattering the whole flock to the four winds.
I had already set my decoys up and immediately started yelping aggressively trying to drown out the brood hen's bitching about being disturbed so early.
Well two Toms took the bate and came a running, POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER and that all she wrote boys.
The interesting part was that even tho I diden't harvest the biggest Tom the one I got had a very nice 10 inch beard that was actually a double beard.
