The gobbler I have been chasing might be an older bird. I settled along the ridge where he seems to like to roost. My very early and quiet approach was a success. The bird was about 125 yards away. He gobbled only twice before becoming quiet. My calls wouldn’t stimulate any desire to gobble again. I crept away and began to circle around the area… a big circle to give him time.
I, eventually was across a big hollow and a road, when he answered a call a little after 9:00. Apparently, the gobbler liked something about the call now for he began gobbling incessantly. The old boy worked back and forth across the very same ridge where I was set up earlier. I was directly across from him. However, I was in a dilemna for the only way to get near to this area was to go way out of the way. Would his interest continue for the time needed to make this move? I had to try!
I crossed the hollow and went down a township road and I was getting close when, suddenly, his gobbling was directly above me and close. He had moved some 1500 feet from where he was twenty minutes ago. Unfortunately, I was down at the bottom of this slope and I felt any further approach would be dire. I called and he answered and, shortly began to work away. I moved and circled around, but he was silent and absorbed back into the earth. He gobbled for a time period of about twenty minutes causing much excitement!
The rains started! Amazing how their moods can be switched on and off without any inkling as to why.
Other sightings of the morning were three deer; two hens feeding in the same old field and a brown thrasher. I bumped a gobbler at a field’s edge too.
An old bird…? Now that’s the pot calling the kettle black! Only difference is that he’s a WISE old bird and you… you go out into the wind, rain, and cold when you could be home in a warm, cozy bed! Seriously, your determination will eventually pay off. Good question as to why they turn on and off like they do. There are some things we just aren’t supposed to know. Keep at it, Dana