A pretty quiet last day except for a hen I heard yelping a few times. I tried yelping back at it in hopes of getting it worked up and possible trailing in a gobbler, but after a while it shut up.
In a separate hunting area that I have not been in since muzzleloader season I saw loads of deer tracks, one turkey track and a few raccoon tracks. That always was a great deer hunting spot!
Well, so ends Spring Turkey season. I never heard a single gobble the whole time and one of my old turkey hunting places that normally has at least a few gobbles seemed empty of turkeys. Perhaps the turkeys had a hard winter last year or maybe they just did not feel like gobbling this year. Well, there is always the fall!
No, I did not get a turkey today, but I did have a great hunt. I started this morning off shortly after 5:00 AM sitting under a tree. Then at about 5:30 AM I heard something plop to the ground five yards away from me. At first I did not think much of the sound since it sounded like a bird making droppings then I realized it made an awful big sound for a just song bird. So, I look up into the tree to convince myself nothing was up there. Sure enough there was nothing…wait a turkey sitting about 15 yards up! At first I could not believe I had randomly picked the same tree a turkey was roosted in. Whether the turkey had a beard or not I could not tell because of some leaves, but as it woke up it turned around on the branch revealing a chest devoid of a beard. I watched that hen for almost 1/2 hour before at around 6:00 AM it decided to fly down. Being my first up close experience with a turkey fly down I had a front row seat. Before fly down it never make any clucks or yelps instead it simply took a careful 360 degree survey of the surroundings twice. Once it jumped off the tree branch and begin flying it never flapped its wings making for a noiseless flight. Landing was also made quietly; way less noise than a squirrel might make jumping in some leaves. Where the turkey landed it was out of sight and I never saw it again nor did it make any more noise. Then I left to go home for breakfast at around 8:00 AM.
Later in the morning I returned to the general area with one of my younger brother’s. As we made our way to where we sat a deer moved out of the brush about 50 yards away. It was a buck with tines about as high as the ears and had a wide look to them instead of the straight up look full grown spikes have. The deer also had a radio collar on it, which is a first as far as I know in my area. It will be interesting this fall to see how this deer’s rack will grow. Identifying it should be easy since I would image it to the only deer in this area with a radio collar.
We ended the morning having never heard a single gobble, but with the image of the deer slowly picking its way through the woods in our minds.
Turkey season is close to halfway over and I still have not seen a turkey, but I have heard more gobbles this season than any other though.
This morning I went out hunting from 10:00 to 12:00. However, I never heard anything.
Monday: Heard turkeys, but none showed interest in coming in.
Tuesday: Same thing as Monday, but different location.
Wednesday: Tried getting into the woods before first light. I woke up at 4:30 AM and got in the woods soon enough to see three pairs of deer eyes reflecting back the light from my flashlight. Heard a raccoon two different times that morning, but never I heard a turkey.
Saturday: Got up at 5:30 AM–when I arrived at my hunting location it was pretty light out. Heard one gobbler, but he seemed to have his mind made up as to where he was going. So, I paralleled him (he was good a 200 yards+ away) by going every 100 yards or so then setting up calling for a time then continuing on. Eventually I reached the edge of a field where a fairly close one gobbled, so I set up and called. Silence–then yelps from a cross the field. A few minutes later a shot was fired from the same direction. After that I waited around and called for a while, but never heard anything more.
The first day of spring turkey season was a great success–considering my past spring turkey hunting career(not a turkey). And, while I did not see any turkeys I enjoyed it immensely.
At 5:00 AM I woke up and arrived at my hunting spot shortly after first light. Throughout early morning I spoke with two gobblers who sounded like they had a hen with them. A couple of times they got within 50-100 yards or so of my position, but they never came in. Then once when they were a little farther out I heard one gun shot at about the spot where I heard the last gobbles.
Figuring that was probably it for the day, I took out my apple and ate it. About 20 minutes later I head one lone gobble (which leads my to believe the other gobbler is now dead) so, I put on my gloves and pulled down my face mask and called again. After a short wait I heard another lone gobble, but this time closer. So, I waited, but he never came in or gobbled again.
Even though I did not see are get anything, I had a very interesting opening day of spring turkey season, because I actually heard something that responded to my calls.
Turkey season is now over, but I had a very good last day. On the morning of the last day, I walked into the woods on an ATV trail to a spot near the area where I had spent the last Saturday hunting. After almost reaching the field, I set up next to the ATV tail. Because of the short ranges of the open areas near by me, I decided not to set up my decoy.
Around 7:30 am I heard a gobble about 200 yards away, so I answered him with my mouth call. Then the next time he gobbled he sounded a little closer. As before I answered him, but when I did I heard some other sound, but it did not register in my mind what it was. Then another gobble sounded out and as I answered I heard that sound again — it was a hen, but it was between me and the gobbler! I remembered how that some times if you copy a hen it will get worked up so much that it will come in to try to find you, some times towing the gobbler in behind it. So I start calling doing just what the hen did. This cared on for quite awhile, and as time went on I started thinking how much the hen sounded like another hunter using a box call. That thought worried me, because if it was another hunter, we were probably both over calling which would scare the gobbler away. After thinking that, I quit calling and so did the hen. Awhile later I started hearing the sounds of something walking in the woods, soon two turkeys appeared. The combination of 50 yards and the thick woods made it impossible to tell if either of the turkeys had beards. A few clucks from my mouth call made the lead turkey stop in its tracks and stare me down for a minute of two, after which it just mozied on, not paying any more attention to me. They proceeded to walk past me and go behind me purring as they went
A good while after the turkeys were gone I decided to walk in the direction of were I had heard a faint gobble, I set up but never heard anything more. After walking in a big circle I came back to where had I started out in the morning. Instead of having some one pick me up in a car, I decided that with a half hour left till noon and the end of turkey season I might as well walk home. On my very hot walk (1 mile+) home I jumped one deer in the edge of the woods by a field, I did not see if it was growing any antlers or not.
Spring turkey season is now over, but I look forwards to next year with more knowledge on hunting them.
Well, I Finally saw a turkey last Saturday, but before I get to that allow me explain the cat picture. This is Coconut my cat, She is a great mouse and chipmunk hunter, but most of the time She just hunts the food in her dish. But last Saturday morning She decided to take up bigger game — turkeys.
When I exited my house on Saturday morning and started into some woods where Coconut met me. I reached down and gave her head a quick scratch, but as I walked on she started following me. All the way though the patch of woods and through a field to a pine tree which I set up under. Coconut sat down on opposite side of the tree, and stayed there with me the whole time through all the rain. I did at least hear a few gobbles, but they were way out in the distance.
After going back to the house and eating breakfast and getting dried out, I went back out (minus my furry friend) to the area were I thought the gobbles might have been coming from. As I was walking through a swampy area (not more than 100 yards away from where I got my Grey fox) a turkey suddenly jumped up just three steps away from me and flew off. Of course it made sure to keep its body facing away from me so as to not allow me to identify whether or not it had a beard. Looking down I saw a nest with about nine or so speckled eggs in it. Since there was no reason to try calling the turkey in after seeing the nest I moved on to the next hilltop.
Despite the fact that I did not get to see a gobbler, I had an excellent hunting day. It was the first time I have ever seen a wild turkey nest before, and it had to be the closest I have ever been to a live wild turkey before too.
Today I went out hunting again in the field above where the hen is nesting (I figure there has to be a tom around there some where), but I never heard anything. Maybe today was just one of those days when they just do not gobble any.
Now that the fur season is over, it is time to start looking forwards to the next hunting season which Spring Turkey.
For three days now I have been seeing a small flock of turkeys. There seems to be one bearded bird and four to five hens in the flock.