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  I was stationary at a high point very early to listen for gobblers. The sky was cloudy with a lot of red in the eastern horizon. I was

An intersting white Iris.

thankful the sun came out later.

I was quite a bit disturbed at this time when I realized my Gore-Tex boots leaked and my socks were soaked! I purchased these boot from Dick’s on April 7th of this year. Later, this soaking would lead me to get up and walk for the early morning temperatures and inactivity caused shivering on my part. My feet were cold and very uncomfortable! I was disgruntled!

Free to a good home! Gore-Tex is crap!

I heard a distant gobbler a few hundred yards away and as I began the trek towards him another tom gobbled close and directly below me. I angled away from the gobbler and started to enter the woods and bumped a hen from the roost. She cackled as she flew and, now two gobblers sounded off. I set up about eighty yards from them. Shortly, I was hearing 4 or five gobblers roosting together.


Black-billed Cuckoo

Unfortunately, either the scared hen returned or another hen roosting with them began cutting and silence fell upon the early woods.

Wood Duck

I would creep in the direction once I knew the birds were not coming in. I called and an explosion of gobbling was the result. These birds, presumably, Jakes, were around forty yards from me. They would only gobble with a loud yelp series or crow call, but that only lasted a short time. (Jakes are young turkeys and last years gobblers.)

I went up and over and had another tom answer me. His gobble was only a “courtesy” gobble. He remained quiet after the initial call. By this time, with cold and wet feet, I walked along a farming road to stop and wring out my socks. Shameful! I reentered the woods and spooked a turkey where I had been calling!!!

I was actually thinking of going home and began  walking a reclaimed strip towards the jeep, I called and received an answer way across Cherry Run and the road and up a hollow. I thought my feet are already soaked so why not wade the creek and go after the gobblers. I would later get some gobblers riled up, but they eventually tired of the game refusing to cross a gulley. I circled way out around them and gobbled and heard another gobbler clear across the hollow again. Off I went and I failed to rile him up.

I began heading back to where I heard the lone gobbler earlier. By this time, I was tired and had a raspy throat from sinus draining allergy issues. Why me? I entered the woods and called and set back and took a cat nap. I walked further back the ridge and received an answer. This gobbler seemed interested.

   I was working this fellow and he was coming in slowly. I heard something walking to my left and could soon see three gobblers at about eight yards. I couldn’t see their beards because I was viewing them through my peripheral vision…no details! The great debate entered my mind. Were these all Jakes? Could their be a longbeard within this group?  I began thinking of shooting whatever legal bird appeared first. Meanwhile, the longbeard below was still coming.

The three turkeys began putting some and I knew they suspected something amiss. They began walking towards the gobbler. I could see they were all jakes now. I pulled up and bagged a gobbler at 35 yards.  No regrets, but I can’t help wondering what would have happened had I not shot. I suspect quiet on the western front, but one can never know with a surety.  I began the very long walk back to the jeep.

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Getting hot!

Thursday, May 18th, I elected to hunt near my old homestead. I walked to a high point in a field to listen for gobbler talk. Around  5:30 A.M. I heard a very far and muffled gobble. I began to get the feeling as to “C’mon which direction was that gobble?” I walked another fifty feet listening for another gobble



Suddenly, I heard a gobble way off at the end of this field at a place I have tried over the years to work gobblers.(About two hundred yards.) Before I began the trek  I heard another tom much closer and behind me. However, after thought I decided to move towards the more distant gobbler and set up along the field where both of these toms could easily hear me. (Not the best move of the day.)


Female Scarlet tanager

I set up in the brush and began calling. Now there were five turkeys occasionally gobbling. I began to wish I would have chosen

My allergic rashes

a better place to set up. After fly-down time was upon me I saw three gobblers coming out of the woods across the field. (Theses birds were the from the closer area that I failed to move on. There was a lot of woods debris and Multiflora Rose and I didn’t believe I could get to them without being spotted or heard.)

The three birds came to about seventy yards. The contour of the field didn’t allow a positive ID, but I suspect they were three young gobblers or Jakes. I couldn’t get them any closer. The other two gobblers had quit by this time and game was over. I quit hunting early for I had some commitments, both, in the mid-morning and afternoon.

However, I had a plan for the next morning!

Today, May 19, I moved out to the end of the field very early and sat down to await whatever the morning would offer. My plan was to adjust my positioning as needed once I heard a gobbler. Little did I know that 5:20 A.M. gobble would dictate my position and I was already in place!


My unused shotgun!

The gobbler was about forty yards from me. I couldn’t chance moving now! I looked the set-up site over and realized many negative things, but I had hope on a couple of positive things as well. Directly between the gobbler and me were some tree-tops from an earlier lumbering operation. Directly to the right of this tree top was a small opening where a gobbler may walk through, and to my left was another opening. I had to try to be confident.

The one gobbler gobbled until 6:40. A second tom gobbled several times in that time frame.  I heard a primary wing feather rubbing against a limb. Gobblers here tend to just soar to the side of the hill and walk to the lower field. Gobblers roosting here can see two fields once daylight is upon them. Setting up without being spotted is very difficult. The shotgun remained in a semi-ready position most of that time. I sat like a stone until seven o’clock after the last gobble. The morning was done!

Later, I turned to the field behind me. I watched a lone hen eating.

I decided to head through the lower field and try to stir one up with lustful calling. I walked the field’s edge to another woodland setting. I walked a ways and stirred up nothing. I did, however, find three Box Turtles! Two of them were together.

The mile long walk across hills and hollows was hot as I arrived at the Jeep at 9:30.



Other interesting critters I saw was a Bobolink. I haven’t seen one of those birds in a very long time. I saw a buck, and some squirrels, too. I formulated another plan for tomorrow if I hunt. The plan is a very risky move on my part, but time will tell. However, the gobblers will need to be there as well!

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The season since I bagged a gobbler has been interestingly slow in regards with gobbling. Today began  no    different. I heard a gobbler gobble about four times. I believe this may be the same bird for in past days I heard him gobble once, three. five times on a any given morning.

The turkey was roosted behind posted property. I hoped to get next to the line and call him out if possible. However, by the time I had crossed the road and creek and worked around his turkey talk had long been finished. Downhearted, I went back across the road to listen on the other side of the hill after all it still wasn’t even six-thirty in the morning. I sat down to listen and heard something walking. The source of the sound was an opossum! I squeaked the animal in to me before he smelled my stench and turned away.

Baby Red squirrel

I formulated another plan. I would again cross the road and bear left up a long hollow and move up and over the top. I would then work the property behind the posted property. Maybe, this gobbler would work into that area.

I called with some shrill yelps and immediately was cut off by a gobbler. I estimated him to be eighty yards or so.  The area he was in was a mixture of sassafras and maples. The diameters of most trees would be from 8-12 inches. The woodland floor was very open. No chance to move to this area. I had to settle to stay on top in old spruce trees.There he was at least! I might have a chance to work him. Silence was the norm. I waited to see what his next move might be. He gobbled on his on but had moved to my right. We played a little back and forth before he became silent and moved on. I feared hens finally lead him off and his interest in me waned.

I circumvented the property again and settled in on the opposite side of this hill. My plan was to head home at ten unless… I returned home at 10:30. I saw  some deer and a Grey Fox, too.

Yesterday, May 15th, I hunted until 1:30. I walked for miles calling and listening. The only bird I heard was in posted property and he gobbled only three times and way off. The remaining day was silent. I did bump a turkey from the edge of a farmer’s lane. I saw two Black Snakes. One rattled his tail like a rattlesnake!

Brown Thrasher

On the 14th of May I heard the gobbler one time. He was very far off and barely audible. I arrived to the site about an hour and fifteen minutes later. I called  before I circled the end of the hill. I walked up and over and gobbled and was immediately cut off by a gobble about 120-140 yards away. I had a glimmer of hope. He would not call again until I gobbled once more. He answered, but had moved off. I shocked gobbled him, but he wasn’t interested in my hen talk.

I returned to the jeep about noon and began heading home. I saw eight turkeys about a mile from where I was parked. As I circled the hunting area I spotted a longbeard moving through grassy areas towards to where I had heard the gobbler. Go figure?

Tomorrow the temps are to reach 90 degrees. My hunt shall be short. The allergies will be worse tomorrow. I struggled today.

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Thursday had me feeling very fatigued and a little dizzy. This morning, however, I felt good and headed out for some  gobbler hunting.

I climbed a hill and listened and called for an hour and a half. I worked on a future Bible study idea while setting on a log. At 7:30 I was setting in the jeep with the heater running. I became chilled. (Don’t tell anybody, but I actually dozed off in the jeep.)  I resumed hunting at 8:15 walking quietly and calling occasionally.

I was circling low along a hill when I saw the Barred Owl setting and watching me. Blue jays were tormenting the owl. I managed to take about eight shots with the camera before the bird flew away. I always enjoy seeing owls of any species.

I continued circling until the point was reached. here I walked diagonally until I was almost to the top. I called and heard nothing. I gobbled and was cut off by a thunderous gobble a hundred yards or so ahead of me. I set up to wit his next move. Fifteen minutes later I gobbled and , once again, gobbled. This time he was a little farther away. I circled below and tried to entice him with some sweet and lusty hen talk. He was done. I could set down and wait or search for another gobbler. (Later, as I drove along the road I saw another gobbler in yards heading uphill directly where I was walking.)   


Happy slugs

I slowly walked to another hill calling and listening to no avail.  At 11:30 while circling back towards the jeep my calling was interrupted by a hen. She was yelping, cutting, purring and clucking. I set up hoping to call her in to me with a gobbler in tow. She came in and I managed approximately twenty photos of her.

After I left the area I spotted eight hens and jakes going into a woods about a mile south of where I was hunting.

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Another morning searching for a receptive gobbler. Another morning without hearing a single gobbler. I


believe this lack of gobbling may be due to the current full moon period. I would go to three areas all of which have produced turkeys for me and/or my father. I did see one hen.                          

A highlight of this morning’s wood’s time was a porcupine. I heard something walking first and upon looking saw this animal covered with quills ambling by me. Of course, it became photo-taking time! The porky didn’t realize I was standing until the critter quickly paused once he/she came downwind of me. the porcupine smelled me and I even bathed last month. The animal decided to not take any chances and climbed the nearby oak tree.


I can still see my dad at this site…


Golden Ragwort

I did see some deer and squirrels throughout my morning’s pursuit of turkeys. Allergies began to hit my eyes and nostrils around  nine. I made that unforgivable sin of touching my eye when I first felt an itch. The allergy game was on!  I sure would enjoy spending time hunting turkeys without all the various symptoms from allergies. Oh well… I am still breathing!

the business end!

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  I believed this morning would be one with plenty of gobbling. I was wrong. I heard one gobble far away. I stood along a hillside

Wood Thrush

listening in the early moments and did hear a hen. I believed a gobbler was near. If the big boy was around he failed to utter a peep.

Disappointed, I quickly moved back to the jeep and moved up the opposite hill to listen. As I approached the top the subtle, and barely audible, gobble was heard. I would eventually work to that area, but I couldn’t stir the gobbler up. He, probably, went across a field into posted property.


The nest

I made a big circle on this ridge where I heard the gobbler. As I crossed a steep hollow to move diagonally uphill I heard a commotion next to me as a hen erupted from her nest. I counted seventeen eggs in the nest. I certainly hope the hen returns and doesn’t abandon the nest.

I would return to the earlier hill to listen. I entered a woodlot next to a field where I read yesterday’s mail. I brought along to read a newsletter from the Pennsylvania Gun Owners’ Association. A buck walked to within twelve feet of me as I read. I would be listening as I read and called occasionally. However, it was chilly in the tree’s shade so I decided to enter the field’s edge to enjoy the sun’s warmth. here I laid back and dozed off at times. One time when I opened my eyes I could see three Turkey Vultures circling over me. One was very close.

I remained until 10:30 before moving along a ridge calling and listening. No luck. 

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  I missed the last two days of gobbler hunting. The weather became quite bad on Friday evening causing a lot of flooding in my back yard. I had work to do!

However, this morning I was back to the hunt. The temperatures was down into the upper twenties as the morning walk began.  We would have a frost with ice visible well after nine o’clock in shaded areas.

I was almost to my listening site at 5:30 A.M. when I heard the sharp PUTT! I immediately looked towards the sound’s source to watch a turkey fight to clear the limbs and head across the big hollow.  I couldn’t identify if this was a gobbler or a hen, but such accidents are always something the gobbler hunter wishes to avoid. I completed my walk to listen.





Normal gobbling time arrived and began to move on. I never heard any gobbling. I was puzzled. I moved along the side of the hill to

Wild Geranium

further add to my hearing range and nothing was the result. Deer, on the other hand, were abundant. I couldn’t eight deer move past me. they were about twenty-five feet tops!

I began a walk, listen and call style of hunting, but failed to stir up anything. I returned to the jeep about nine to go a couple of hills over to “kill the day.” Again, deer were the norm. I managed to get a lot of photos of deer. I saw some buck deer sporting the early growth of their antlers. All in all I had 27 deer sightings by the end of my morning hunting. I saw a lot of squirrels, too. I did receive some answers from a hen for a time. I set up, but she lacked enough interest to pursue. I was walking along and spotted a deer. As I watched the doe bedded down. She was about 30 yards from me.                                                                                                  

I found a few morels this morning. I was at the jeep at 11:30. I never heard a gobbler.

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