Bob unloading his Remington.
My step father, Bob finally felt well enough to pursue gobblers. He had been suffering with cold-like symptoms and is taking antibiotics. We situated near to a favorite roosting area. We weren’t disappointed. Gobbling music began at 5:30 A.M. and lasted until 6:30.
Unfortunately, for us we were forced to set up to call in a less than desirable place. The openness of the tree foliage and the high probability of being highlighted against the illumination of the eastern sky dictated out best course of action. Dense multiflora rose and honeysuckle were to our right and behind us position. Bob actually stood behind a tree to watch the open area between the birds and us.
Landowners had cut trees bordering a field and trail. The tops were allowed to remain. As you may have guessed, the turkeys were on the other side of this tangle. Three toms left the roost and approached my calling and “hung up” on the other sides of the tree tangles. They were about 50 to 60 yards away and gobbled very well in anticipation of the unseen hen…me!
They tired of waiting and became silent. After some time I edged around and checked a field and could see three hens. Bob and I worked the area where the gobblers last were gobbling and I managed several replies, around 7:00, way down the hill and in posted property. Bob was getting tired and we quit at 7:30 and were forced to go home and harass my mother some.
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