Chuck and I went to the Far East ,,that is , east side of the hunting area . I began howling like a young and desperate coyote and received nothing for it. We moved toward a known roosting area and I changed hats and began owling along with several real owls . Again , nothing heard . No sign to be seen in the area so we backed out and came in from the southwest side . Pretty good sign but still could not raise a gobble . After more than an hour of light cluck n purr by Chuck , I opened up with some hot cuttin' and yelping . Nothing! We moved again . Now we are in a central location in the area where I have heard birds just this past weekend . We finished the morning there with no sound , but did see a nester on our way out .
We heard one gobble today which came from private property . Heard 3 shots today , none of which were on the public land by my estimation .
A hunter stepped out of the brush as we slipped down an interior road . He laid out the woeful sound of ''I think it's over''. We didn't have time to chat so we said our goodbey and as we drove away Chuck questioned me as to what the other hunter ment by that statement . So I told him that most likely that feller simply thinks the good hunting is over simply because they aint gobbling good the past 2 days . Then I relayed to Chuck that in my opinion the best hunting is probably 2 weeks away . This stuff of silent ,,,,seemingly extinct turkeys happens every spring ,,,at least in my neck of the woods . I'm no more concerned about it than I am about the with the grass needing cut . Of course I have seen it this way on the last two days of season .