Well I completed the first day of the WMA Qouta hunt today. I felt like I needed to carry a suit case with everything I packed in. First came the Nikon camera, the decoy, the calles, myseat, and oh yeah I carried a gun this time incase the urge hit me to pull the trigger. Started out in an area that I had not hunted before. I heard a bird about 200 yards away and started to close the distance and get sat up in a timely manor. Finally got in a spot that I thought might be fairly open and waited. I made a light call and he fired off back at me so I knew that he had heard me. I heard him gobble 3 times and that was it, nothing else for 2 and a half hours. I yelped lightly to start off and then added some louder. After the second hour I gobbled a couple of times, and still nothing. The first day was dry but the feet was wet.
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I was talkin to a cousin last night and he was saying that he didn't get to turkey hunt much any more because he is deaf in one ear and hard of hearing in the other ear. So I asked him if he wanted to go with me and I'd film him shoot one that I had picked out. Of course he said what time do you want me at your house? I told him to be here at 5:30 and we'd get off. We got to the place where I knew I would hear one, we walked into the woods close to where I tought he would be. Crows where going crazy and no gobbling, I told Jeff "Let me hoot at him" I took a deep breath and hooted...Pow he fired off, at about 400 yards I told jeff to come on and he said did you hear one I told him yeah but we had to move. The only time he wouldgobble is when I owl hooted. We got about 75 yards away and Jeff's face light up I hear him! About that time the owls started hooting and he went nuts. I got the decoy out and told Jeff that I was going to be behind he and would do the calling. The bird didn't want to fly down he just stayed on the roost, so I did a fly down cackle and flopped my hat and that did the trick I heard him fly... The other way. He gobbled when he hit the dirt and I knew that he was hened up. They worked back and forth for about an hour then I could tell that he was getting closer finally he was coming. Out of nowhere a pack of dogs jumped a hog and the race was on about 200 yards away. he shuts up and finally the dogs leave out and I yelped again and he gobbled again but now he was 200 yards out. Not 30 seconds the bottom fell out and started flooding. I told Jeff come on it just ain't our day and we walked out in the down pour. All we got today was a wet ice hole.
OH yeah Jeff told me that he thought that it was gonna be easy cause he heard him fly down.. Hahaha I think that he heard me do a fly down, cause he ain't heard the gobbler fly down.
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They were on fire around the house today
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqSAOKbyEzk
Well back today to close out my qouta hunt at the WMA. I went back to the area that I had hunted two day before with my cousin. Well I knew where this bird had been roosting and had a good idea that he would be back in the area. As I was getting out of the truck and gathering up all of my stuff I deceided not to carry my camera. I gathered up everything and shut the door I heard another bird across the road but didn't give him a second thought. I walked about half way in to where I thought that he would be roosting. I give a loud owl hoot and just as expected he fired off right where I thought that he would be. As I begain to close the distance he gobbled again and he was less than 100 yards. I noticed that there was a short oak tree inbetween us, perfect I thought I'll ease up to the tree and slip the decoy out. I did and eased back about 25 yards and got so cover. I gave a light tree yelp and he cut me off with a gobble. I'm thinking that it is game on this time because it is the area is open enought that he can fly down and do his thing. By now he has gobbled 25-30 times and he should have already flown down. I do a fly down cackle and flop my hat. I hear some noise in the tree and see that he has hopped to a limb where I can see him thru the small oak tree. He paces back and forth on the limb not 65 yards from me. If I had stayed in at the oak tree he would have been in gun shot. Now a second bird gobbles In a tree that I can see. The second bird pitches out in the other direction. (WHAT?) Then the first birds flyes to the tree that the second bird was in and walks the limb looking for me. After a brief look around he piches out like the first bird. 20 minutes later I hear them gobble about 250 yards away and that was the last I heard. After the hunt I got up and wanted to walk around the head to see just what so apealing to these birds that would make them fly out in that direction 3 times in a row away from me. When I get around there it is a wide open thined pine cut that you could see 250 yards. I dropped my head and shook it. to my defence this only the third time that I have ever hunted this area. such is life, had a blast calling them.
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