Last Friday morning I just happened to be out and about at gobble time. Up a ravine toward the top of my main ridge, there were 3-4 birds hammering on the limb. Sounded like a mature and 2-3 jakes. My older brother has just been getting into spring hunting the last few years. He's murder on fall birds. But always worked too much to spring hunt. That night he texted me wanting to know if I'd go call for him Saturday morning. Told him to meet me at my gate at 5:15.
The birds from the morning before had plumb vanished...… Just not there. We picked up and moved to the next ridge over, which is on his property. Both brother and I had obligations that only gave us 'til 8:00 to hunt. There's a certain place on his farm that is just a turkey magnet area. We got in along a log in a fencerow, there, between 2 fields and I called a bit. Hit the box call around 7:25 and a gobble RIGHT behind us nearly brought both of us out of our britches !! Three jakes were coming across the little field right behind us. Not able to move, let alone turn around 180 degrees, we waited them out to circle us...……... which they did. At 7:35 bro' (who is 58) took his very first Eastern spring bird.
Super, SUPER cool morning !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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