First, THANK YOU SPENCE!!!!!
I hunted on Wednesday and watched a cornfield nearly all day. I had two Toms working hens in the morning and the evening. No amount of calling or playing "hard to get" interested either Gobbler. My decoys at the field edge were shunned as though invisible. It was frustrating to say the least as I watched the birds make their rounds in the 20 acre field for hours, ignoring me completely.
I did learn something though. The birds were roosting across a river adjacent to the cut cornfield. They would fly across in the morning for a quick snack and then return to the other side of the river (about 150 yards wide), where they spent the rest of the day in the wooded hill sides. In the evening, they follow the same routine, then, roost in the big hills across said river.
I noticed from my vantage point overlooking the field and the river bottom, that, the birds crossed the bottom near a fallen tree. They did this in the morning and the evening. I may not be able to post pictures on my favorite forum, but, I'm no dummy in other ways.....I made my mind up to hunt them like deer the next morning with my back nestled against that fallen tree!
That's where I found myself the next morning way before light.
I placed three dummies between me and the cornfield hoping they might draw a gobbler past me in the wide river bottom. They gobbled good across the river at daybreak, and, I couldn't help but call to them though I had planned on bush whacking one without calling at all (you know how we turkey hunters are....just gotta throw a few notes at 'em)!
Soon enough a boss hen flew the river and landed on a sandbar below my line of vision and 50 yards out. This I will remember for a long time....she climbed up and I watched as she stood for several minutes at the edge of the river high wall looking for danger or the "hen" that had been doing all the squawking. Following her route came 5 Jake's and 2 gobblers. One of the gobblers whooped a Jake as all 7 males swarmed the hen. The Jake's were even trying to strut their stuff for her.
The biggest gobbler had a head that just simply glowed white, with, barely a hint of blue to it. That became my focal point as he too strutted for the hen.
I clucked with my mouth trying to convince the hen to travel the chosen route from the day before....right by me and the fallen tree. At roughly 20 yards out she spied my little spread of decoys and that didn't go over well. She immediately started cutting and seemed to demand that her escorts follow her away from them (and me)!!!
I knew the moment of truth had arrived if I wanted to have a go at "my Tom" as the day before proved futile in trying to peel a Gobbler away from the real thing.
With this in mind, I yelped one time hoping he would gobble one last time stretching his neck out. He did and I let Ole Betsy go to work.
I had just killed my first Gobbler "mid-gobble"!
As I stood on his neck, I thanked the good Lord for the opportunity to experience things others don't seem to appreciate.
The vital statistics include two beards of 9 1/2" and 2", 1" spurs and a weight of 21# 10oz.
I can still close my eyes and see that white glowing head appear above the river bank to join the other birds in the river bottom with me!!!
He proved delicious this evening too. Icing on the cake!
Good luck to all. Keep yer powder dry!
Best regards, Skychief.
PS...Thanks again Spence
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