Fooled a Gobbler (Well Almost!)

[4est trekker]

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.    

[Stiks-n-Strings]

Chasing them old birds sure is alot of fun. Sounds like a great hunt whether you got him or not. Some of my best turkey hunts ended up the very same way. That's what keeps me going back.

[4est trekker]

Hey, Kris!  Hunts like this sure end cleaner.  I got home and didn't have to dress a bird, clear space in the freezer, etc. Take care.