A little side note about getting in tune with what's going on around you in the Turkey woods. Back when I first started turkey hunting I took an extended trip to northwest Ga at the beginning of my third season. Up until that point I had only managed to harvest one gobbler. I was intent on figuring things out. Needless to say it was a weird spring. I didn't hear a turkey gobble for almost 3 weeks. I was in my early 20's and had been hunting since around 7 years old wreaking havoc on the local squirrel and rabbit populations where I lived with a pellet gun which led to deer hunting by the time I was 13. I was good at sneaking around and being quiet and a very good deer hunter by the time I took this trip but wasn't having much luck getting close to or even hearing any gobblers.
About about 2 weeks into my trip I decided to take a break and headed to Nashville for a couple days to meet up with a friend who was in a band. The evening I arrived they had band practice and I was allowed to listen in. After 2 weeks of listening for clucks, purrs, twig snaps, anything that might indicate a turkey was near, when that drummer hit his snare drum it rattled my senses. My whole body would flinch. It almost felt like being electrocuted. I had to put on ear muffs if I was going to stick around. After about 4 songs with the muffs on, my senses became acclimated to the loud music and I could take them off. I could still feel that snare drum but it was manageable.
