Golden Morning Sun
I picked Bob up this morning. I had business at my mom’s home. We, both, decided we were only going to hunt to about 7:30 A.M. because we had things we needed to do. I had to get the mowing done. Also, I was asked to help judge an art show at the Grace Brethren Church in West Kittanning later today.
However, the morning had some excitement for me. I perched myself early and on top of a point to listen for gobblers. At 5:40 he gobbled clear across the hollow. I, immediately, began the downhill trek in a diagonal line away from the tom. After I crossed the creek I began to diagonally climb towards the gobbling bird in hopes of getting above his roosting site.
I was closing in for he was estimated at about 150 yards when I saw the first hen roosting in a tree. I stopped. Another hen was viewed. The question was should I continue moving knowing the birds may fly directly to the gobbler? I elected to sit and call. The hens flew after my first calls. They went downhill! This was good, but I know from experience the hens may just land and begin working back to the gobbler. They did!
Fifteen minutes later I watched the gobbler fly down and become silent. I waited for some time to anticipate his next move. Would he come in? NO!
Eventually, I realized what had occurred and moved up hill. I. later, saw him and the hens along a mowed area. I circled and walked to about 60 yards of the birds. I called. The gobbler stopped looked back and continued! And that is turkey hunting!
Bob heard a gobbler off in the distance. I saw, at least, 9 different deer, but I had more sightings of deer. I saw a Backburnian Warbler. This is always a special treat.
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