Well this morning was a busy one. I went to the south end of the island because of a north wind, and the sun hits it first. As it was starting to get daylight, a hen sounds off from the north end, followed by a few other birds. Then I hear a deep raspy yelp, coming from the southwest side of the island which put that Tom about a 100 yards from me. I was just going to give those hens an answer when that Tom sounded off, so I switched calls and gave him a raspy yelp, and two answered. I figured it was the two Toms that was with the bird I shot last week. Both birds flew down into the grass at the end of the island and started working my way. The hens were really talking it up and then flew down towards the middle of the island, I heard five birds fly down. I broke a couple sticks and did a fly down with my hat and leg. The two Toms rounded the corner of the island and kept coming, I could see them through the brush. At about 50 yards they stopped and stood looking, then something spooked them and they came running past me and flew across the river into a picked cornfield, no clean shot as they went by. The hens were getting closer, so I swithed calls to the soft touch and started kee keeing to them, at the first kee kee the boss hen exploded and was talking up a storm, then the others joined in. As they worked toward me I could see five big birds all the same size. They kept coming and was soon 25 yards away looking for that poult, so I had some fun with them, talking back an forth with soft talk and feeding talk. They hung around about 40 minutes, before they headed off after the two Toms in the cornfield. There they all fed and the hens went up over the hill and the two Toms headed back towards me and into the brush. I had to leave by 9:00, so I couldn't stay and work them any longer. What surprized me was no poults with any of the hens, that smaller Tom was the smallest bird in the bunch?
WI Youth & LTH Mentor
Dodge Co. NWTF