Well, the day started out overcast and windy, with a light mist in the air. I figured the birds wouldn’t be talking on the roost, given the conditions, so I waited until daybreak before I even got out. I tried one of my usual morning spots with no luck, so after an hour or so of calling there, I moved to a second spot towards the back of the ranch where I’ve seen turkeys travel previous seasons. About 30 minutes into it, I hear the faintest gobble. It’s so faint that I second guessed it until the bird fired off again a few minutes later, but still a long way out. I’m primarily a diaphragm caller, but with the south wind blowing steady, I break out the box call, and yet again, hear him a little closer, but hunting out of a popup in windy conditions, I can’t pinpoint which direction he is from me. Not wanting to squander the opportunity of a bird that is seemingly interested and gobbling, I decide to get out and cut the distance from where I thought I heard the bird last. So I get set up in a persimmon bush, get the dekes out, give a seductive set of yelps, and hear the bird fire off from where I just moved from. SMH
I’m close enough from where I was that I’m content to just sit tight and let him keep working to me. I give him a minute or two and let another another series of yelps and he gobbles back closer than before. Now I’m getting excited. Things get quiet. I know he’s close and was working towards me, and I don’t want to overcall, so I sit there quietly. The suspense in killing me. Just as I’m about to reach for my slate for some soft talk, a catch a glimpse of his fan and hear a faint drum. He moves in cautiously, but as soon as he sees the decoys, he fully commits. I had them in tight to where I was setup and as he presents me with the shot (inside of 10 yards), I let the trusty 870 bark.
I’m close enough from where I was that I’m content to just sit tight and let him keep working to me. I give him a minute or two and let another another series of yelps and he gobbles back closer than before. Now I’m getting excited. Things get quiet. I know he’s close and was working towards me, and I don’t want to overcall, so I sit there quietly. The suspense in killing me. Just as I’m about to reach for my slate for some soft talk, a catch a glimpse of his fan and hear a faint drum. He moves in cautiously, but as soon as he sees the decoys, he fully commits. I had them in tight to where I was setup and as he presents me with the shot (inside of 10 yards), I let the trusty 870 bark.
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