I had three hours free this evening so I hit the turkey woods. Got everything set up on what was a perfect night. After getting settled into the blind I sat tight for a bit before digging out my calls, which I promptly realized were still sitting on my workbench at home.
I made the best of about an hour, listening to the squirrels knock each other out of the trees when I thought, "I wonder if I can call a turkey in with my voice?" I started making sounds that were just shy of a cat in the washing machine. Figuring I had scared everything in two square miles away, I kept it up for fun. Might come in handy someday, you know?
After an hour of hootin', howlin', and hollerin' I sat back on my stool to take a drink of water. About that time a gobbler snuck into my blind spot about 40 yards off and let loose, sending my canteen flying and dang near causing me to wet my drawers.
I peeked out the side window and saw him looking at the decoys. I yelped at him, 'cause that's the only sound I could make that sounded remotely like a turkey. He gobbled back, I yelped, he gobbled back, I yelped...He came in to about 30 yards, and then decided I sounded more like a cross-dressing tom than a hen and bolted.
Had more fun than I've had in a long time! I bet that gobbler's still shaking his head.
Topic: Fooled a Gobbler (Well Almost!) (Read 320 times)
