Boy I was starting to think the boys were all done with getting thier thang on with the ladies,since I had not heard or seen a single bird for two weeks. Being my last chance this weekend to get my second bird (which would go to the land owner) I was up at 4am and on my way. Man can you believe light starts s=just before 5am.
I get to my spot and get my blind all set up and get snuggled in and finish my java.
As you can see I still had a bit of time before the fly downs started.
Just before the sun started to make it,s rise I was approuched by the night bandit. Pic didnt turn out,but I said good morning little fella and said be on yer way.A quick clap and off he scurried.LOL
It,s time now to start the fly down cackle and the fluffing of the piece of fabric I have. The fabric when snapped open and closed,make the sound of a bird flying down from his/her rest.
I do this for the first half hour with the odd yelp and cackle with a few clucks in between.
I have no response at all to this. An hour or so goes by,I start yelpping loud and clucking,and still nothing.Wow,not a call back from anything.
A couple of shots from the blind and what it looks like from a turkey hunter view.
Then in a far distance I hear the gobble . It sounds like it,s coming from the back of the property.
I decide to make the direct move to where I might beable to call the bird out.
Just as I get around the edge of the ceders ,I see this bird making his way back to the bush from the plowed corn field.
It was hard to see if it was a male or hen,but the way it was struting,I had a feeling it was a tom.
I quickly stop and give A friendly yelp and cluck.The bird stops. Turns and gobbles. I have his attention.The bad part was I was standing right in his view. I keep completely still and just yelp and cluck,as he makes his way towards me. Just as his view is ubstucked, I drop and lay on the wet dew grass. . Good move,but bad for the slate call.It gets wet and now I am without a call. The bird still makes his way gobbling. I am drying and wiping off the slate and trying to get it dry. Finally I was able to get the darn thing to work,barely. By this time the bird is wondering what happen to the lonely hen. It makes it way back towards the bush. All of a sudden I become a slithering hunter trying to work my way to some cover so I can get a clear,clean shot of the bird.
The bird catch,s my movement,and forsome reason make the dission to turn and come around me.Mistake,it was to my advantage.
I wait for him to walk out from behind a brush pile and he offers up a clean shot.It was another jake,which was just fine by me.
My second bird this season and thats the end of another spring turkey season for me.
On my walk back to the truck I came accross this pile of fur and a scull that was in 2 pieces.I believe it was a night bandit that met his match.
Thanks for reading.
