Thread: Skunked and befuddled

You guys are just hunting in the wrong place. Need to go with this guy!!

After over a week of chasing after turkeys, this was the first really good morning I've had---there were three or four toms gobbling, and they were doing it more than once.

The first one I tried to get to was behind an impenetrable wall of blackberry briars. I wouldn't have had enough clothes left on my body to keep me warm if I'd gone to him. While I was studying the situation, another one started on the other side of the drainage and I was able to use the compass and topo map to get a pretty good location on him. I had to drive all the way around to get to him---no way to go direct---and was pleased to hear him gobble right where I thought he should have been. The leaves are still sparse on the trees, so I had to be careful not to get too close to him, but I found a good spot with a field of fire well out past my effective range and a good tree to hide against.

My tree call was greeted by a protracted silence, and the next time I heard him gobble, he'd flown down off to my left toward the bottom of the hollow, not up the hill like he was supposed to. No surprise there---they don't do what they're supposed to do half the time. He didn't answer my yelp, but gobbled at a crow, so I used the slate (you here, Old Swamp Gobbler?) to do a series of cutts and putts and he liked that better, but acted like he'd found something of interest further down the hollow and started moving away. I dug into my neck pouch and got my raspiest, nastiest, loudest mouth yelper and showered down. He like to have turned himself wrongside out---double and triple gobbling and heading my way, Oh. Hell. Yes.

The shotgun was on my knee, pointed right where he was going to come up the side of the hill, and the wheels fell off my wagon. A damned little eight pound hen started putting to my right. She'd come up from behind. I waved my arms at her (she wasn't 30 yards away) in attempt to scare her off, but she kept right on toward the gobbler, putting much louder than her size would indicate. All I could do was putt along with her---I swear there was a faint trail of smoke behind her from her ovaries being on fire for that gobbler. I was able to get a couple more gobbles from my bird, but they had question marks at the end. When the hen got to him, I guess he figured the real thing was better than the promises from up on the ridge. They went off together, and they may live happily ever after, but not if I have anything to do with it.

LMMFAO! Cock blocked by a horny hen... Bwahahahahaha!
Dangit George, you are due, past due.

Just another day in the turkey woods. Sounds like you met one of them old long beards who has learned that "A hen under the wing is better than two in the bush" Never pass up a sure thing for a maybe has always been my motto.

I'm sorry to say it, but your turkey hunting experience is a lot like my fishing experience last Winter. You know, the really sad part of my fishing experience is the fact that it cost me a LOT more than the turkey hunting is costing you. I'm sorry for you Mr. Wire, it's makes you feel a little like a steer doesn't it. We still have 2 big flocks running around the house, maybe a 100 all together, you are welcome to one of them. The season isn't open up here yet and you will have to carry a snow shovel with you, but that shouldn't be a problem. They are a lot easier to see when there is snow cover. Now they say, and I have NEVER done this, I work for the DNR you know, BUT if you spread some hay around and sprinkle some shelled corn and some ear corn on it and leave it for a week you can come back shoot all the turkeys you want. That's what they say, anyway & anyhow. Of course, you probable knew this, just trying to help an old buddy. Then again if you get caught baiting, you hunting may cost more than my fishing experience. NOT GOOD!!!!!!

The kind of person who would shoot turkeys over bait is the same kind of person who drives around elementary school areas in a windowless van with a bag of candy on the seat beside him and a tear-stained mattress in the back.

Originally Posted by haywire

the kind of person who would shoot turkeys over bait is the same kind of person who drives around elementary school areas in a windowless van with a bag of candy on the seat beside him and a tear-stained mattress in the back.

just kidding, haywire!!!!!!

Originally Posted by Haywire

The kind of person who would shoot turkeys over bait is the same kind of person who drives around elementary school areas in a windowless van with a bag of candy on the seat beside him and a tear-stained mattress in the back.

LOL
I didn't know you had a windowless van Mr Wire ;-) LOL

I think Haywire needs to come out












of the woods now!

Originally Posted by flyguy

just kidding, haywire!!!!!!

I knew you were kidding, otherwise I'd have told you how I REALLY felt about shooting turkeys over bait. I was able to demonstrate amazing restraint, this being a family-type forum.