Smoke
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DO you really need all that gear to shoot a turkey? I have spoken to many people that are avid turkey hunters that will tell you what are must haves for turkey hunting. Full camo, including painitng your face or a mask. Remaining perfectly motionless. Good cover. Years of practice with a call. Proper shotgun loads, fiber optic sights, magnum shells, special turkey chokes. Etc.
The reality:
Saturday morning was overcast and cool. My brother left camp early to try and call a turkey up. No camo, but dressed in earth tones. He has had tis call for 15 years or more.
He spent an hour and a half calling, moving a little farther and calling again with no results. He comes back for breakfast.
His son and I have been banging pots around camp, cooking, laughing, making a ton of noise. My brother comes in about 9:00am, throws the call down in a chair and heads to the trailer to "tend to some business."
My nephew picks up the call and tries to figure out how it works. He shakes it a little and it squawks a bit, and I hear a turkey answer. I told him to do that again and the turkeys answer again. He keeps it up and I can tell they are coming closer. I grab the only gun I have handy, 870 cylinder bore slug gun, loaded with 7 shot Dove loads, and sneak down the fence line. I'm wearing a white T-shirt, khaki shorts and tennis shoes.
My nephew is dressed in a white T-shirt, shiny purple shorts and flip flops.
He calls up three Toms to within 50 feet of camp, and within 35 feet of me. I take one. Brother comes out of the trailer as I'm walking up with the turkey. He looks at me and my nephew with disgust and pouts the rest of the morning.
When a tom thinks there are some females around, he may not be paying as much attention to his surroundings as people give him credit for.
Smoke
The reality:
Saturday morning was overcast and cool. My brother left camp early to try and call a turkey up. No camo, but dressed in earth tones. He has had tis call for 15 years or more.
He spent an hour and a half calling, moving a little farther and calling again with no results. He comes back for breakfast.
His son and I have been banging pots around camp, cooking, laughing, making a ton of noise. My brother comes in about 9:00am, throws the call down in a chair and heads to the trailer to "tend to some business."
My nephew picks up the call and tries to figure out how it works. He shakes it a little and it squawks a bit, and I hear a turkey answer. I told him to do that again and the turkeys answer again. He keeps it up and I can tell they are coming closer. I grab the only gun I have handy, 870 cylinder bore slug gun, loaded with 7 shot Dove loads, and sneak down the fence line. I'm wearing a white T-shirt, khaki shorts and tennis shoes.
My nephew is dressed in a white T-shirt, shiny purple shorts and flip flops.
He calls up three Toms to within 50 feet of camp, and within 35 feet of me. I take one. Brother comes out of the trailer as I'm walking up with the turkey. He looks at me and my nephew with disgust and pouts the rest of the morning.
When a tom thinks there are some females around, he may not be paying as much attention to his surroundings as people give him credit for.
Smoke
