Bob didn’t show at our predetermined meeting place. I waited until 5:15 A.M. and drove up the road to where I usually park. I sat in the darkness and waited to hear a gobble greet the morning , but was disappointed to hear nothing, but the increasing rain. A tour to listen and call would be the next step.
My calling was producing nothing. At one point, after calling, I began walking downhill only to spook a turkey of undetermined gender. Why didn’t this bird answer my calling? No one can say why a turkey will one day answer and other days totally ignore a call.
Beautiful wetlands!
I left this area and went about a mile away to check for activity. At 9:15 I received a gobble to my calling clear across the hill. I hurriedly took off in the general direction until I approached a field. I, cautiously, peeked through the vegetation and quickly noticed that the gobbler was NOT in the field.
I approached the wood line and field intersection and called twice. No answer. I thought the rain and terrain may be keeping my love-sick calls from being heard by the gobbler. I elected to move farther upslope and call again. WRONG MOVE! I had taken two steps when the gobbler exited the woods into the field. Our eyes met and the tom escaped back into cover. If only……………
I did, however, see seven deer and another hen in a field. I saw some squirrels, catbirds and indigo buntings. (first time this year)
Spring Beauty
Bob and I are going to try again in the morning. the weather is supposed to improve over night.
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