Post by LongSpur39 on Feb 27, 2010 2:54:47 GMT -5
Man when i look back now.That first spring turkey season was pure luck. The spring prior,my buddy Greg asked me to accompany him for spring turkeys. I suggested we go to my families land. Not knowing if there were turkeys or not. And had no idea if anyone else was hunting them around the area. he ended up taking his first gobbler a jake. Had the bird behind me at a few feet gobbling. I was hooked! So the following spring. I had spent a couple weeks before the season of course calling and hearing birds. They were everywhere. Opening morning,I was not sure what time to go into the woods. It ended up being at flydown time. Just a little late. The day before I heard a couple gobbles in an area in the morning. So thats where i set up. Just in time to hear birds comin off the roost! 
I sat down quickly next to ,not a tree,but a pile of brush. I could only cluck and some what yelp on a 3 reeded mouthcall. The only call i had. The birds were at 100 yds and began gobbling nonstop. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I tried to call and nothing came out. Finally i mustered a few nasty ,shaky yelps.And one answered,to my surprise. I called again ,he answered again. i think i over called a tad bit. This was so exciting,i was making him gobble! Then a bunch started answering. Across the hollow and in every direction. This went on for quite sometime. Somethin told me to stop calling and wait. After 15 minutes or so. I heard flapping wings getting louder,comin toward me across the hollow. Then a loud thud over the ridge ! i could hear him walking in the leaves then it stopped. And he let loose. Felt like the gobble moved the brim in my hat! He started walking again. But I couldn't ell which way he was comin in? My heart was pounding,my whole body shook. He walked up to my hard left ,struttin. He let out a gobble so loud i flinched. When i did the movement must have looked like a stump having a seizure. He putted,I swung my gun fast and missed him. He took to the air and shot number two dropped him out of the sky. A nice fat jake fell to the ground. And that was the start of this illness,i've had for 25 yrs. And every season i get just as excited as the first.I know it will never change either. As long as there are turkey;s ,i'll be hunting them. See if i can find a picture I know I have one somewhere.
I sat down quickly next to ,not a tree,but a pile of brush. I could only cluck and some what yelp on a 3 reeded mouthcall. The only call i had. The birds were at 100 yds and began gobbling nonstop. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I tried to call and nothing came out. Finally i mustered a few nasty ,shaky yelps.And one answered,to my surprise. I called again ,he answered again. i think i over called a tad bit. This was so exciting,i was making him gobble! Then a bunch started answering. Across the hollow and in every direction. This went on for quite sometime. Somethin told me to stop calling and wait. After 15 minutes or so. I heard flapping wings getting louder,comin toward me across the hollow. Then a loud thud over the ridge ! i could hear him walking in the leaves then it stopped. And he let loose. Felt like the gobble moved the brim in my hat! He started walking again. But I couldn't ell which way he was comin in? My heart was pounding,my whole body shook. He walked up to my hard left ,struttin. He let out a gobble so loud i flinched. When i did the movement must have looked like a stump having a seizure. He putted,I swung my gun fast and missed him. He took to the air and shot number two dropped him out of the sky. A nice fat jake fell to the ground. And that was the start of this illness,i've had for 25 yrs. And every season i get just as excited as the first.I know it will never change either. As long as there are turkey;s ,i'll be hunting them. See if i can find a picture I know I have one somewhere.
