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Started by JMalin, March 20, 2019, 10:02:31 PM
Quote from: GobbleNut on March 21, 2019, 08:30:26 AMQuote from: Spurs on March 21, 2019, 08:25:07 AMI can remember 1. If you haven't experienced a blind call setup, where you all the sudden hear drumming, then you haven't experienced turkey hunting IMO. To me, that was the one time where a season full of knowledge of this tom all came to a strenuous ending. This tom had eluded me all season and had likely cost me other birds throughout the season. He would roost in a bottom that was wide open almost daily, unless I was in there. It was like a chess match without any chessman. He would sound off 4-5 times on the roost, give a few courtesy gobbles on the ground, then radio silence. Different direction daily. I attempted blind setups a few times near his typical roost and watched him fly up several times, just for him to move trees during the night and be 50-100 yards further the next day.It finally game to a close on the last evening. I hadn't been in a couple of days, but was giving myself one last chance. After calling every 15-20 minutes, I heard drumming. Like many know, drumming isn't a sound, but a feel. I couldn't pin point it, so I froze. For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only moments, drum after drum deafened my all my being. With every blink of my eyes, I strained to make out a moving limb, a leave move, or an angry song bird. Like a ghost, he appeared 50 yards away, like a statue, para-scoping the bottom from a small mound. Frozen, sore, and shaking, I attempted to cool my nerves. With every closing step, my heart skipped. When he finally struck the "no fly zone" he made his final stand behind an old bull pine. There, I could only make out the outer edges of his fan on the occasional pop strut. Slowly, ever so slowly, I attempted to mimic an inch worm. Finally, the final step. One that he regretted for about a half second before I welcomed his mistake with a slight pull of my left index finger.Great story, Spurs. "No fly zone",...I love it! I adopting that one into my turkey hunting vernacular.
Quote from: Spurs on March 21, 2019, 08:25:07 AMI can remember 1. If you haven't experienced a blind call setup, where you all the sudden hear drumming, then you haven't experienced turkey hunting IMO. To me, that was the one time where a season full of knowledge of this tom all came to a strenuous ending. This tom had eluded me all season and had likely cost me other birds throughout the season. He would roost in a bottom that was wide open almost daily, unless I was in there. It was like a chess match without any chessman. He would sound off 4-5 times on the roost, give a few courtesy gobbles on the ground, then radio silence. Different direction daily. I attempted blind setups a few times near his typical roost and watched him fly up several times, just for him to move trees during the night and be 50-100 yards further the next day.It finally game to a close on the last evening. I hadn't been in a couple of days, but was giving myself one last chance. After calling every 15-20 minutes, I heard drumming. Like many know, drumming isn't a sound, but a feel. I couldn't pin point it, so I froze. For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only moments, drum after drum deafened my all my being. With every blink of my eyes, I strained to make out a moving limb, a leave move, or an angry song bird. Like a ghost, he appeared 50 yards away, like a statue, para-scoping the bottom from a small mound. Frozen, sore, and shaking, I attempted to cool my nerves. With every closing step, my heart skipped. When he finally struck the "no fly zone" he made his final stand behind an old bull pine. There, I could only make out the outer edges of his fan on the occasional pop strut. Slowly, ever so slowly, I attempted to mimic an inch worm. Finally, the final step. One that he regretted for about a half second before I welcomed his mistake with a slight pull of my left index finger.
Quote from: limbhanger777 on March 21, 2019, 08:12:14 AMMany of the birds I've shot have snuck in silently, I would say about 50%. Enough that when a bird goes silent, I just assume he is on his way in.