Having played with a bunch of jakes, and not seeing any adult birds, I decided to try a different area. It is far steeper terrain, with a much lower turkey density, but ya’ never know.
I ended up going way into the canyon chasing a gobble, and then even further chasing another set of gobbles. It sounded like I had two different and separate birds working me, and they both toyed with me for about 1 hour… Then I had an hour of dead silence.
I decided to side-hill out and chase the original bird I had heard that was on my walk out… Following a brush-line, I clucked and lightly yelped with my mouth call as I made my way up and out. As I got to the end of the brush-line, I gave one last series of aggressive yelps, and BAM! A very close gobble.
Apparently the grass was far taller than I thought, cause all the sudden I saw the tail-fan of a mature bird in the tall grass about 50 yards in front of me. I got a decent look at him as he popped into a little gully.
When he popped out, he was way off to my left, and uphill (but still coming in my direction). As he went behind a tree I shifted my gun position (actually resting on my left knee now). I lost sight of him in the grass, and my gun slipped off me knee.
I could not see him, but he obviously saw me. He putted as his head came up (about 35 yards away). I fired hastily, and apparently missed, cause his head came up again… I fired again, and this time it disappeared for good. Somewhat embarrassing degree of success.
As you can see, I get to hunt some pretty country, and quite a bit greener that what I have seen in other posts…
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