Carried a friend of mine hunting this Saturday. He has never heard a gobbler and wanted to go hunting this year. I took him yesterday morning and the turkeys delivered. At first light we had a gobbler gobbling roughly 3 hundred yards from us. While moving so that we could set up I heard a hen yelp about 3 notes, and from that moment the gobbler headed in the opposite direction. I didn't like where we were and judging by the distance of the last gobble I felt that we had enough time and space to move in a little closer to a bottom that I felt would put us in a better position to call him into. As we moved he was gobbling. We sat down and I started calling again and it sounded like he was getting closer. Again, he then turned and started drifting away and finally moved on. I felt good that we heard some gobbling and that my friend got to hear it. I decided that since more than likely he was with hens it would be best since we haven't been busted yet that we go back to the house, get some breakfast, and come back a little after 12.
Now, this is where it gets ugly. I had a feeling that the gobbler and any hens that was with him made their way to a group of food plots on some land that adjouns where I hunt. We walked down a road that would allow me to hear if they were there. After yelping and listening for about 20 minutes we never heard a gobble. So, I decided to go back to the very spot we went to that morning and work from there. The land I hunt is bi-sected by a main gravel road. I use that road to access different entrance points to the woods that is on the LH side of the road. About 85 yards from the point where we were trying to locate the gobblers we stepped off the gravel road, into the woods to head to the spot we were at that morning. 10 yards off the road I look up and guess what I am face to face with, yep, the gobbler. Before my mind could even process what was in front of me he was taking off through the woods. All that I had time to do was say "turkey!". What is aggrevating is that the whole time that we were trying to locate he never made a peep. He let us get within 10 yards of him before ever taking off. Putt Putt Putt and he was gone. All I could do at that moment was fall on my knees and aks "How did that just happen". I was sick, still am.
From this day forward, this gobbler will be called Dr. Evil.
Guys, where did I go wrong? I had the timing and the location of everything down to perfection.
You guys need to help cheer me on. This gobbler is the man! Massive.
My friend couldn't believe it, and he is now addicted.
Turkeys on a Plane