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Good luck Haywire! Turkey hunting is one of the most pleasurable tortures we have. At least it usually takes place in fairly warm weather where you chase them. It's both amazing and humbling that a bird with a brain roughly the size of a walnut can be so good at not getting it's self killed. I guess that's what makes it so great.
Go get 'em...
Of all the things a gobbler can do to confuse, confound and humiliate me, at least he does it in the daytime---doesn't go nocturnal like a big buck. I know he's out there somewhere, so all I have to do is try and coordinate our position in the space/time continuum---i.e. be in the same place at the same time so I will have the opportunity to shoot in the wrong place.
It doesn't look like it's going to take me long to finish turkey hunting. I've been over several miles of logging roads today and haven't seen the first turkey track since the rain. Shi----I mean, sherbet.
Patience, Grasshoppah. Timber rooster very sneaky creature. He fly across muddy road to fluster hunter, cunfuse his ying and yang, make hunter go home.
And during deer season they'd cover a plot eating corn till their crops bulged and you'd have to practically run them off the trails going to/from plots.
A few years back, I had a hen turkey, that I called "Sterile Peril" who lived in my back yard for 3 years. She never had a brood, never joined another group of hens, ate what spilled out of my bird feeder, drank from our pond and the water garden. scolded me, or the dog, if we got to close. It was cool to have her hanging around the yard all the time. One day she was gone, she wasn't around, I never found any remains, maybe she found some friends who told her to "stay away from that guy". Whatever!!!!
"Patience, my ass, I want to kill something." Said one buzzard to the other.
There may be a few turkeys around, but if they are elusive enough to avoid an expert, experienced and accomplished turkey hunter such as myself, I'll let them have the woods all to themselves. I don't want to get to the point where I'm like the man who kept hitting himself over the head with a hammer because it felt so good when he quit.
I'll come back to the pier where I know there are some fish swimming around, whether they bite or not. Heck, I can always eat my bait, which I have already done once this year. Even Fish'ntime said he was busy at the cleaning station yesterday (he didn't say if he was cleaning fish, or if he was, whether he caught them himself).
Hunting turkeys can be an exercise in futility when there are plenty of them around, so I ain't gonna do it when the odds are practically zero.
I hope my turkey that use to visit have made a return,like the deer did this past season.......since the neighbors dogs are gone,that ran everything off the past few years......looking for something to eat (starving)
Seasons still a month away