I've hunted turkey for about 20 years now. I still haven't gotten one. I've got a few shots in spring, but the woods have been so thick I didn't get them. I shot one with a .30-06 while deer hunting once, I know I hit him, but I guess the bullet just didn't expend enough energy to kill him outright.
I've had many come right on me in spring and when I put down my call and pick up my gun, off they go. (bad gag reflex would keep me from using diaphragm calls.
Today I was sitting in the woods about 25 yards from a field. My dad set up about 60 yards to my left. I had heard gobbling in the creek bottom in front of me. I called for about 30 minutes and heard gobbling about once every minute and for 30 minutes or so it seemed like it would not come in. Then I didn't hear gobbling for about 5 minutes, and the next one I heard was just to my left, I thought for sure they were right on top of my dad. Then about 4 minutes later, I see one to my left and behind me going out into the field. Gobbling continues and about 3 minutes later they come back into the woods, it was 2 gobblers and a third I didn't see too well, a hen or a jake. The gobblers were huge, and within about 20 yards of me.
Two problems here, they were right between my dad and I, and they were so close, if I moved for my gun, that would have been it. They stopped gobbling by now and were walking back and forth, jumping over some fallen trees. Finally they headed off in front of me, but a fallen tree was between us and all I saw was the tops of their heads. By now I finally had my gun up, but never got a satisfactory shot. I figured they would stick around and come up to my right where I could shoot, so I didn't want to take a poor shot in hopes of getting a better one. If I knew I wouldn't see them again, I would have shot. I would either have hit them in the head, or missed all together. I never spooked them, but I think they got frustrated the hen they thought they were right on top of was not moving to them.
I've had many come right on me in spring and when I put down my call and pick up my gun, off they go. (bad gag reflex would keep me from using diaphragm calls.
Today I was sitting in the woods about 25 yards from a field. My dad set up about 60 yards to my left. I had heard gobbling in the creek bottom in front of me. I called for about 30 minutes and heard gobbling about once every minute and for 30 minutes or so it seemed like it would not come in. Then I didn't hear gobbling for about 5 minutes, and the next one I heard was just to my left, I thought for sure they were right on top of my dad. Then about 4 minutes later, I see one to my left and behind me going out into the field. Gobbling continues and about 3 minutes later they come back into the woods, it was 2 gobblers and a third I didn't see too well, a hen or a jake. The gobblers were huge, and within about 20 yards of me.
Two problems here, they were right between my dad and I, and they were so close, if I moved for my gun, that would have been it. They stopped gobbling by now and were walking back and forth, jumping over some fallen trees. Finally they headed off in front of me, but a fallen tree was between us and all I saw was the tops of their heads. By now I finally had my gun up, but never got a satisfactory shot. I figured they would stick around and come up to my right where I could shoot, so I didn't want to take a poor shot in hopes of getting a better one. If I knew I wouldn't see them again, I would have shot. I would either have hit them in the head, or missed all together. I never spooked them, but I think they got frustrated the hen they thought they were right on top of was not moving to them.