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   Well it all started last night went I went to a new farm I got permission to hunt.  I knew there were turkeys in the area, so I was going to roost one for the next  mornings hunt.  I pulled into the drive, got out of my truck, walked about 100 yards, and hoot owled.  I got a immediate response from a turkey the next ridge over.  I knew exactly where he was, roosted over a clear cut for a pipe line on the edge of a green field.  I went home and made sure all of my gear was ready for the mornings hunt, then fried up some morrells for supper and drank myself a few beers. 

    I got up the following morning (5-6-08), at 4:45 a.m., because I wanted to be able to set out my B-moble decoy and hen decoy under the cover of darkness without being detected.  I arrived at the farm at 5:00 a.m., and was walking up the edge of the green field where I knew the turkey was roosted, and I heard a gobbler sound off.  I know you might not believe it, I hardly could, but the turkeys started gobbling at 5:05 a.m.  Not wanting to deviate from my original plan I continued to the clear cut, got my decoys set out and found myself the most uncomfortable spot to sit in the woods, nesteled in by a cedear tree a root wad and some old woven wire fencing. 

     As the sun started to rise on the horizon the turkeys were gobbling all around me.  My plan of action for this tom was not to call to him until he hit the ground.  The gobbler was roosted about 100 yards away gobbling his head off.  Then at about 5:30 a.m I heard what sounded like a turkey fly down in his direction.  Then he gobbled again and I could he was now on the ground.  I let out a soft 4 note yelp, and he immediatly responded.  I followed that with a fly down cackle, he tripple gobbled.  My heart was racing now.  I waited a few minutes then threw some clucks and shot yelps at him, which was just more than that old tom could stand.  It was about 5:45 when I seen him come running over the hill towards me in half strut.  He ran straight to B-moble and bumped chest with him then broke into full strut at 25 yards.  I took a deep breath and then let my Browning Gold eat, the big tom didn't even flop.   I took a deep breath and thanked the lord for letting me have the opportunity to enjoy such a show.  I walked out to my gobbler and the first thing I seen were his hooks, just over 1 1/2 inches with a 10 1/2 inch rope. 

 

     I had been thirteen days this season pretty hard with out success, but that turkey made all the walking and failed attempts worth it.  It just goes to show that if your patient and keep at it, good thing will come.  Good luck and happy hunting, hope you enjoyed my story. 

Hey everybody, just wanted to share my youth turkey hunting story with you......

    It all started on this past saturday moring 4-12-08.  I woke up went up stairs and peeked outside, it was nasty, a winter mix of rain and snow.  My buddy and his son, who has never killed a turkey, showed up at the house around 5:45,  we loaded up the truck and headed to my family farm.  The thermometer on my truck read 31 degrees when we arrived at the farm, it was cold, not only cold but windy as heck, 15-20mph.  The three of us started our journey into the cold wet woods.  We had walked about 1/2 mile towards our creek bottom when we heard a Tom sound off in the bottom.  It was getting daylight fast, so I had to make a descision.  So I decided with the wind, rain, and snow we had to get as close to the Toms as possible.  We snuck to with in 100 yards of were the tom was roosted.  We sat down and I let out a real soft 4 note yelp, the tom cut me off with a thunderous gobble that shook the ground.  Mason, the young man I took hunting started breathing hard and shaking.  I let out a couple more soft yelps and the tom responded, but did not seem like he was coming in, so I decided to get a little more aggressive with my calls, did some cutting and running, which got him real fired up.  It wasn't 30 seconds later the gobbler sounded off again, this time close, real close.  I seen his white head coming right at us.  I told Mason to get ready, the gobbler stopped @ 50 yards gobbled and broke into full strut, then circled us at about 45 yards and went into the field.  Then a lonesome hen came in from behind us and cut the longbeard off, the hen circled us @ 30 yards and the tom stayed about 40 yards away, stutting in the woods.  It was about that time when I heard a pair of gobbles out in the corn field, I looked up and seen three white heads coming straight at us, but they too hung up at about 50 yards.  There ended up being five gobblers and a jake strutting infront of us at about 50 yards with one hen.  The hen started to slowly feed away with the group of gobblers right behind her. 

     Day two started off with the same crappy weather.  We went to the same bottom where we had heard all of the turkeys the day before.  This time we set up a little closer to the field, but only because we didn't have any other choice.  We were walking in and we heard several birds gobbling down in the bottom, so thats where we headed, when a tom sounded off about 70 yards infront of us, I looked through the trees and branches and could see the tom in half strut on the roost.  We set down by the closet tree that was big enough to hide us.  I let out a soft tree yelp, and the creek bottom lit up with gobbles.  At one time there were six different toms gobbling with in 150 yards of our set up.  The gobblers all flew down and headed to the field.  After about 20 minutes of calling to the toms that were in the field one broke off and headed up the hill to our set up.  The tom gobbled at 30 yards and strutted into 20.  Mason took aim and fired, harvisting his first turkey.  The Longbeard weighed 20 lbs, had a 10 1/4" beard and 7/8" spurs.  Not a monster turkey, but a awesome first gobbler, especially in the conditions that we harvested him in.  Mason, his father, and I couldn't have been more excited or proud.  I was a great weekend full of awesome memories.