Thread: Dang turkeys

The forecast wasn't good for hunting turkeys today and the turkeys themselves helped to fulfill it. Nothing gobbled early so I headed down a hardwood ridge to do a little blind calling, thereby keeping my eleven year string intact for scaring a gobbler off the roost on opening day. The woods are still so open, this bird saw me from two hundred and fifty yards away and decided it was a good time to visit his friends in the north part of the county.

I finally heard one gobble, but couldn't get an exact fix on him so I just went toward his general vicinity and sat and called. I took the diaphragm caller out of my mouth at one point and laid it on a magnolia leaf by my side while I called with a slate. When I picked it up to put it back in my mouth, a garden slug/shelless snail/slimy, nasty, gooey, creepy-crawly had take up residence on the latex, undoubtedly enjoying the tiny remnants of my morning repast. I'm just glad there wasn't a turkey gobbling out in front of me because the caller would have tasted real nasty. As it was, I took it back to camp and soaked it in Listerine for a half an hour---if I'd had a pint of Everclear I'd have used that.

The peacock call didn't work for me, at least not on turkeys. It seriously p!ssed off a crow---I could hear him coming from a half a mile away, cussing in crowish. He lit right over me and kept up the racket until I waved my hat at him and he flew off, still cussing. The second time I tried it, a squirrel got so disturbed that he will be in emotional turmoil for days. He barked at me until he got hoarse. The reaction I got from these two critters makes me wonder what's been going on while I'm gone.

When the rain started to sprinkle, I gave up and headed for camp in the golf cart. About halfway back, a gobbler stepped out of the woods up ahead of me and I swear he was big enough to stand flat-footed and peck Wilson on the nose. He went back into the pines and I made a mental note to load with a bigger shot size Monday, if it's through raining by then.

Surprisingly they gobbled in Coosa County this morning. A silent s.o.b. came up 25 yards behind me and I couldnt turn on him, so had to watch him walk away.... Not too bad for day 1, considering I didnt go listen any before today. I know of 2 that were beheaded and a miss at our place. Heard several shots in the distance early as well. Looks like rain in the am though. Good luck to ya if you go!

Originally Posted by Haywire

When the rain started to sprinkle, I gave up and headed for camp in the golf cart. About halfway back, a gobbler stepped out of the woods up ahead of me and I swear he was big enough to stand flat-footed and peck Wilson on the nose. He went back into the pines and I made a mental note to load with a bigger shot size Monday, if it's through raining by then.

Golf cart? No wonder they know you're coming from hundreds of yards away. The bad karma associated with all the cussing a golf cart has heard is like a pressure wave ahead of you.

Haywire, you might oughta put on your life vest, I do believe the creek is gonna rise today!

I was after 'em with fins and goggles this morning, but the sun is now shining brightly, and after lunch I'll have to take my camo beach umbrella---it's getting upwards of 80 degrees. Not any leaves on the trees to give me a shady spot.

Slept in my truck off and on from 530 till 8 this morning waiting on a "gap" in the rain....The gap closed before it got to Rockford, Ala evidently. Did see a hen paddle across the road on my way home though....

Saw turkeys after the rain and chased after a gobbler all up and down a hollow---he'd gobble and I'd try to get ahead of him, then I'd get ready to give up and he'd gobble a little closer to me, so I'd settle down. Then, he'd gobble going off the other way, so I'd try another end run. Hope it isn't raining in the morning, they may gobble a little.

looks to wet for me to be doing any kind if hunting, till later on down there

Yeah, I woke up to wind and rain early this morning, so I went back to sleep. This year's weather is reinforcing my opinion that the only thing February and March are good for is to keep January and April from slamming together and causing a temporal rupture in the space-time continuum. I love to hunt turkeys, but I don't like to be miserable while I'm doing it. Three good days in a row in the forecast.

IMHO the Almighty Creator made winter as a time for nature to slumber and recharge.

Even God rested on the Seventh Day ;-)
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