Close, but no cigar


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I went out Saturday morning for my second turkey hunt ever. Didn't hear a bird all last weekend. I got out there before first light and parked the truck as far from the hunting area as I could. I walked down the road to a hilltop, just before the road goes into a bottom. I pulled out my barred owl hotter and gave it a try. Gobble-obble-obble. I actually got a response! My first thought was, "Okay, now what?" LOL The bird sounded like it was roosted in some oaks at the top of the hill I was on, but about 100 yards to my right. There was no way I could sneak in there, so I set up a couple rows back in some pines, just off a 1/2 acre green field that was on the hill. I got out my Magnum double-sided slate/glass call and started with some soft yelps. Gobble-obble-obble. Waited a few minutes and called some more. Gobble-obble-obble. He was gobblin' every time I called. Thirty minutes went by and he was still in the same spot. The sun was up by now, so I did my best fly-down cackle with a few clucks, when I heard Gobble-obble-obble. He was closer now, probably 75-80 yards. He would be coming in from my right, so I got out my mouth call and got into position. I let out some clucks and a few yelps. Gobble-obble-obble. He was really close now. I clucked a few times and tried a couple purrs and clucks. Gobble-obble-obble. Those clucks had him goin'. Then I saw his white head bobbing at the edge of the road. He stepped out in the road, and I gave him a few clucks and yelp-yelp-yelp. Gobble-obble-obble. Yelp-yelp-yelp. Gobble-obble-obble. I was actually talkin' turkey! He strutted back and forth, throwin' that head out when he gobbled. My heart was racin' so fast I woulda swore it was buck fever. I would call and he'd gobble and strut, but wouldn't come any closer. I guess he could see that there weren't any turkeys in the field. He strutted back and forth in the road for about 15 minutes and then started goin' the other direction. I called some more and he'd gobble. Still gobblin' as he rounded the bend in the road and dissappeared. I gave a few clucks and purrs. Gobble-obble-obble. This continued for another half hour until he shut up. I stayed put for another hour, calling every 15 minutes or so. He never came back. I tried walking in the direction he went, yelping every so often to see if I could get him or another bird to gobble. No luck. It rained later that afternoon, and I was out there as soon as it stopped, but didn't hear the first bird. It was raining pretty hard yesterday morning, and I had plenty of places to go for Easter, so I couldn't get out there.

It was a fun hunt, because that's the first turkey I've ever called in and he really had me excited. I thought for sure when I saw him come out in the road he'd be dead. He was about sixty yards to my right and there was a bush next to me, so there was no way I could've turned for a shot. He was too far anyway. I couldn't see his beard, but that would've probably made it harder, given the excitement level I was at already. LOL Had I had a decoy set up in the field, he probably would've come in. My uncle, being the generous guy he is, gave me a hen decoy and a vest he didn't use. Lesson learned, I'll be ready next time. I am officially HOOKED!

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