by Cut N Run » June 15th, 2008, 4:06 pm
I had one Turkey that would hang up on one side of a power lines on a logging road where he could look across to the other side of the power lines where it was pretty open. The side he was on was so thick that I couldn't possibly set up on his side and have room to swing my shotgun. The only thing I could hope for was that he would go out to the powerlines (something he had yet to do in 3 times I hunted there), or set up in the thick stuff and get him on the way down the logging road taking a 5 yard shot or less & hoping he didn't bust me before he got to my set-up (these trees are about the diameter of pool cues and only slightly taller).
I ended up teaming up with the guy who owns the property and we set him up close to the powerlines along the logging road in a "foxhole" created from a tree that up-rooted decades ago which left a huge crater beside the creek. I positioned myself 25 yards farther up the creek & slightly behind the shooter to try to call the Gobbler within range of my friend. We heard birds gobbling way up the hill early on, but nothing close by. About 9 or so, I cutt on my old Lynch box call and right across the powerlines a Gobbler boomed back. He gobbled about 45 times and true to form refused to get any closer. I could not even see the bird from my position. I eased down into the creek and turned my back to make it sound like the hen was going away. I sat against a dogwood that had 4 trees growing from one stump that made good cover and a decent vantage point. About that time, I saw the Gobbler in full strut easing toward the decoys. My trick had worked! I kept expecting my buddy's 1100 to roar because the Turkey was 25 yards from him...Nothing! The Gobbler strutted all out in front of him, it was close enough for me to shoot, but I could see Kevin holding his shotgun up in the right direction. I knew it would just be a matter of time before the BOOM. The Turkey turned back toward the powerlines and the logging road. I looked at my friend who was signaling me that some vines were in his way preventing a clear shot. I got back on the Lynch, turned toward the creek, and played a pleading series of cutts & yelps. That Gobbler almost ran back into a load of #6s from Kevin's 1100. It was his first longbeard and it took almost an hour from the first gobble until we collected that bird.
That was as nerve wracking a turkey hunt as I have been on. Kevin was going out of town the next week and I did not have permission to be on the property without him at that time. So it was do or die that Saturday.
Jim
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