My 14 year old and I went on our second turkey hunt. (The first ended with us hearing lots of birds but not being able to call one in. Still we had a great time.)
This time we set up in one spot and called. It seemed like we were surrounded with obviously close clucks, purrs and even a couple of gobbles but we couldn't get one to show itself.
After a couple of hours we decided to move a couple of hundred yards south. This put us on the other side of a wood from which a lot of the calls seemed to be coming. Of course, for the first 30 minutes or so after the move we couldn't get any response.
We took a break from calling and ate a little. We decided to call another 15 minutes and then call it a day. This time we started getting some cluck responses. Unlike before these were distant.
After 20 minutes we discussed calling it a day but then my boy excitedly whispered "Wait! There are three on the other side of the fence!" Now that fence was over 200 yards away. My 57 year old eyes were struggling to see what he was seeing.
I asked about the two black spots on our side of the fence. (They were about 180 and 200 yards away.) He said they were old tree stumps. I was struggling to see the three he was talking about and finally called again. One of them flapped its wings.
Cool!, I thought. Now if I can only call them in. Here I was having visions of what it might be like on one of those hunting shows where they go out, find the bird, shoot it and are back home in half an hour.
I called again. Again a couple of faint responses. And then I noticed the far black spot was moving at an angle. I pointed out the movement to my boy and called again. He said "It is a turkey. The other one is too but it isn't moving." Then I realized that the near one was moving, only straight at us.
We discussed the movement and I called again. It kept coming. I kept calling and it kept coming.
It got to about 100 yards. We were both getting excited. It disappeared into a small swale. We were both really excited, anticipating it would appear again about only 50 yards away.
And then the excitement got to me. I was gripping the box call too tightly and couldn't get a sound out of it. After a few trys my boy grabbed it, but he was too excited also. We spent the next 15 minutes trying to get a sound out of that box. My 14 year grabbed my iPhone and started playing the calls we had downloaded. That didn't work. (Although it made me feel better that they obviously responded to the box call. The old man has some skill left. Take that techies! )
The far bird disappeared into the woods on our right. We didn't know where the closer bird had gone. We had totally forgotten about the three far birds. We had no idea where they were. They could have come down the other side of the clearing and been 10 yards away for all we knew. We totally forgot about them.
We were thrilled to have gotten that far. As it was Mother's Day we decided to head home. Season ends on May 31 in Kansas. We'll try again this weekend. Geez, hunting is fun!
This time we set up in one spot and called. It seemed like we were surrounded with obviously close clucks, purrs and even a couple of gobbles but we couldn't get one to show itself.
After a couple of hours we decided to move a couple of hundred yards south. This put us on the other side of a wood from which a lot of the calls seemed to be coming. Of course, for the first 30 minutes or so after the move we couldn't get any response.
We took a break from calling and ate a little. We decided to call another 15 minutes and then call it a day. This time we started getting some cluck responses. Unlike before these were distant.
After 20 minutes we discussed calling it a day but then my boy excitedly whispered "Wait! There are three on the other side of the fence!" Now that fence was over 200 yards away. My 57 year old eyes were struggling to see what he was seeing.
I asked about the two black spots on our side of the fence. (They were about 180 and 200 yards away.) He said they were old tree stumps. I was struggling to see the three he was talking about and finally called again. One of them flapped its wings.
Cool!, I thought. Now if I can only call them in. Here I was having visions of what it might be like on one of those hunting shows where they go out, find the bird, shoot it and are back home in half an hour.
I called again. Again a couple of faint responses. And then I noticed the far black spot was moving at an angle. I pointed out the movement to my boy and called again. He said "It is a turkey. The other one is too but it isn't moving." Then I realized that the near one was moving, only straight at us.
We discussed the movement and I called again. It kept coming. I kept calling and it kept coming.
It got to about 100 yards. We were both getting excited. It disappeared into a small swale. We were both really excited, anticipating it would appear again about only 50 yards away.
And then the excitement got to me. I was gripping the box call too tightly and couldn't get a sound out of it. After a few trys my boy grabbed it, but he was too excited also. We spent the next 15 minutes trying to get a sound out of that box. My 14 year grabbed my iPhone and started playing the calls we had downloaded. That didn't work. (Although it made me feel better that they obviously responded to the box call. The old man has some skill left. Take that techies! )
The far bird disappeared into the woods on our right. We didn't know where the closer bird had gone. We had totally forgotten about the three far birds. We had no idea where they were. They could have come down the other side of the clearing and been 10 yards away for all we knew. We totally forgot about them.
We were thrilled to have gotten that far. As it was Mother's Day we decided to head home. Season ends on May 31 in Kansas. We'll try again this weekend. Geez, hunting is fun!