Which is funny, since most ducks we have here on the Coast don't respond worth a dang to a mallard call....Quote:
Originally Posted by Pier#r
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Which is funny, since most ducks we have here on the Coast don't respond worth a dang to a mallard call....Quote:
Originally Posted by Pier#r
Do it loud enough and they'll gobble at it in the morning. Pier#r should be glad we don't have elk down here---by the way, one of my hunting buddies has been known to use his elk call to elicit shock gobbles.
Maybe it will work on mackerel too? ;-)Quote:
Originally Posted by Haywire
Haywire, I hear a lot of people at the rail saying "Here fishy, fishy, fishy"
Have you tried that? Probably work better if you say turkey instead of fishy though :cool:
As bad as Haywire says his luck on the pier is he might come closer to catching some fish in the woods. Of course we all know He's just sand bagging on the pier.
Hay Wire!
You huntin' in the wrong place!
https://youtu.be/Oxw1JezgGGA
Fin, I'm sorry for your lack of knowledge---If you shoot one of those turkeys, you'll get arrested for inappropriate discharge of a firearm. Don't worry though, there is a special place in heaven for the ignorant and unprincipled---keep on messing with me and you'll get there earlier than expected. I have no sense of humor when the turkeys are treating me so badly---I even have a whole list of excuses, no, make that reasons, in case I shoot and a turkey does not die.
In my younger days, I'd just chase down the flock and kill the fat ones, but now that I'm getting old and feeble, I have to call them to me, which is much more difficult, especially since the dumb ones have been killed. You know, the ones that came when somebody yelled, "Here turkey, turkey, turkey."
Rut Row, I'm gonna get whacked with the bubble rig again :bang
Fin, you give me inspiration to carry on when all feathers are turned against me. Walking out the door to go listen for gobbles, now. How come critters tend to do their business at the crack of dawn?
Okaaaay, I'm back. The only gobbler I heard was away up northeast in the Promised Land. Now I didn't pay much attention in Sunday School, but I do remember hearing that it took Moses forty years of wandering in the wilderness to reach the Promised Land, so I didn't figure I had enough time to get to him before he quit gobbling. Besides, that's on somebody else's land. ...And judging from my recent record, I probably don't qualify for manna from Heaven while I'm on my way there---let me call the Obama hotline and see if I qualify for gubbermint aid while turkey hunting.