Icebreaker Jake... hoping for a Tom before my hunt is done
Man it's been one helluva hunt for me and my bro (3 days straight so far) this season. We thought from past years that we had our properties and the birds all figured out... but as fate would have it, not so much.
We've only been able to roost single hens and jakes so far - all by sheer dumb luck - one of which is pictured below. :-) The birds are completely silent - and i mean completely.
We've been able to get 2 different jakes to sound off early morning and late night, but the toms haven't cracked their beaks even once yet.
We're out before 5am and not back til 7-8pm. We've stalked the 800 acres of properties from one end to the other and all we've seen for the most part are old scratchings and scat.
Getting this jake this morning was purely luck as i was hiking across a couple of massive, soupy fields in the near dawn, about 10 minutes behind schedule. Looking towards the imminent sunrise, i see this blob in a tree, backlit by the dawn, right at the edge of the field i'm walking. Turkey. Facing me, and i'm visible.
I curse - of course - and try to figure out what to do... my decision was to set up at the end of the field with a spruce between me and his roost and at least get a chance to observe a fly-down since i havent got to this season. I set up my peg blinds and settled in just before he shot to the ground like a bullet - i never got to see or even hear it. lol
I let out a few calls and he never answers. I figure he's off and away after seeing me earlier. I take a few swigs of my coffee and nearly lose a mouthful as he lets out a wicked gobble about 100 yards to my left. He curls in behind the bramble i'm set up in and proceeds to gobble his butt off at every sound i make for 20 minutes, but won't come back around. I end up crawling through thistles, burrs, cow & turkey crap, water and more to get out to the field, around the old log building you see in the pic and back into a different bunch of thistles and burrs to get a shot at him. By the time i relocated, he was walking off into a cedar bush disinterested with the 'hen' who wouldn't come to him.
I panic and go into my first frantic bout of calling ever. I'm not a good/confident caller and don't rely on it much. But this time it played out well, i turned him around and pulled him from 90 yds to 10 yds and blasted him pretty good with the 20 ga Weatherby.
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Good job to all the successful hunters so far, and good luck to the rest! :thumbup:
Edit: to correct distance, i paced out the shot afterwards and i'd managed to call him into just 10 yards.