Walking in the pheasant fields with my Father from age 7-8-- nothing was more exciting then in seeing a flushed up cackling rooster pheasant that was connected solidly on. So flushing up a Fall turkey by myself or with one of my late pheasant dogs was also very exciting. My misses were probably clean in the air. Very few woundings in the air. Won't reveal my name- but I did make a skeet shooting magazine in the early 1990s with a winning score of 92 out of 100 on 12 gauge registered doubles on a windy day. So- for me, the wingshooting skills are still there.
That said, I also can call them in . I only have 2 weeks to work with in New York and just a 1 week Fall season in New Jersey. Probably 6 times total on the weekends. As the years go on my own voice calling from my voice box has improved a heck of alot. Nothing like Jack Dudley mind you- but I have called them in Spring and Fall this way. The Fall is when I hear alot of purring in the woods and my Kenny Morgan Friictionwood goes with me. I rely on the quavers--hence my username in his honor.
