retranger wrote:Little disappointed here,,,,I thought I was in for a lot of good reading,,,,,,Guys must all be chasing the 4 legged critters.
Here is a one of my more memorable hunts
More than other forms of hunting, turkey hunting is usually associated with early mornings....VERY early mornings. I have always wanted try spending the night with the turkeys and one spring I finally did it. I knew of an area on a Merriam’s hunt that was a little over an hour from the truck. Packing in certainly wasn't necessary but camping out would make the morning less busy. I packed up enough food for a day or so, and a little one-man tent I had. I decided to try one of those micron-filter type bottles for my water. There was a trickle of a creek where I was headed and that would be my supply.
On the way in I met a couple with the same idea as mine. The man and his wife had packed in the day before. They were quite friendly and we talked a good while. I learned he was hunting while his wife was just along for the scenery. He told me about all the turkeys he'd seen the last day and a half and how he called some up. Showed me a bunch of pictures he had on his digital camera, including one of 2 gobblers fighting! I asked him if he had spooked any and he said "oh they saw us now and then but they didn't spook too bad". My 1st thoughts were he boogered these birds and they probably left the area. I told him where I intended to camp and hunt, which was about 1/2 mile further in, and asked him if that was OK. I didn't want to step on his toes since he was there first. He assured me it was no problem as he intended to hunt the area towards the trucks while I would be hunting more away from them.
After setting up camp I headed to the little creek for some water. There wasn't much water flowing, it was only about 2 to 3 inches deep but I found a small drop where I could get water without too much dirt and leaves getting in. I sure hoped the filter would work. I guess it did because I didn't get the "green apple quick steps" anytime later.
Somewhat disappointed at not seeing fresh turkey sign going down to the water I headed up a ridge after dropping the water off at camp and having a quick early dinner. With roost time just an hour and half away I took up a position on top of the ridge and waited. Just 20 minutes later a bird sounded off on his own. I could hear him pretty good so I just stayed put. He began to gobble quite regularly in the same spot so I thought he may be in his strut zone. As sunset got near and I slipped a bit closer I realized he'd been in a tree the whole time. I called just a little to let him know there was a lady nearby and put him to bed as darkness grew. I heard no other gobbles that evening.
Back at camp I had a snack and enjoyed the stars for a bit before turning in. I slept well and awoke just a few minutes before the alarm went off. Got dressed and was ready for my regular morning coffee. Now I didn't want to go to all the bother of packing in a stove and I sure didn't want to get that caffeine headache that coffee drinkers get if they skip the ritual. So I had packed in a pint of coffee that I made at the truck and just drank it cold. Yuck.
Next time I'll go ahead and bother with the stove.
I headed for my roosted bird and used what little cover there was along with some darkness to get as close as I dared. I almost set up in one spot but then thought I could slip just a bit closer by staying low and using a little scrub brush as cover. Settling in I was happy to be in position with time to spare. I love this part of turkey hunting, being in position with nothing to do but watch the dawn unfold and knowing a bird is going to sound off close by anytime now. And sound off he did! REAL CLOSE! So close that even sitting with my legs flat out in front of me I think my butt came off the ground an inch when I jumped from the startling gobble. The bird was hard off my right shoulder. I had my pot and peg laid out by me but I decided not to even use it for fear of movement. Instead I went with the mouth call that was tucked in my cheek. I did a soft tree call about 10 min before shooting light and then an excited call right about shooting light. Not long afterward I heard wings and saw a flash of movement. He landed directly behind me. I was able to slowly turn to my left and stretching for all I was worth and could just see him past the tree I was against about 25 yards away. There was a shrub growing by the tree on that side and I was able to swing my gun low to the ground and bring it up without him seeing much movement. He began walking away though so it as now or never and I brought the gun to my right shoulder and took the shot after VERY CAREFUL aim. I needed that care because I normally shoot lefthanded.
On the pack out I saw the coulpe from before.
I waved and they invited me down for some coffee....Is it HOT I asked.