Had a sudden change of plans last night a good buddy called who had heard a gobbler while fishing on the Mississippi yesterday afternoon. He quit turkey hunting a few years ago. However he knew I would be interested even though there was a huge bluff to climb. Since there has not been vocal turkeys anywhere I could detect; so at 5:00 am I found myself at the base of a 500 ft+ bluff thinking just maybe my friend was playing with me. There was no turkey talk going on, a beautiful but silent morning and I'm in an area my boots had never before trod. Up the old logging path, hooting and cawing. At the top the woods was open, 5:45 not so much as a cluck.
Setup on the most comfortable tree of the season the sun just a red ball peeking over the horizon at my back. Fighting off a bout of tree trunk narcolepsy I made my first calls quiet yelps, rising to cackles and into fighting purrs. Nothing. Let out a series of lost yelps and kee-kees. Quiet.
About 6:10 red pinkish sunrise light is filtering and dancing in all around throughout the woods, gorgeous and I know not from where he came, the most outrageously beautiful strutting turkey I have ever seen; bathed in the glow of sunrise. His feathers caught and shimmered those colored rays of light back at me as he pirouetted on his toes in a manner that would make any ballerina jealous. I gazed intently over the harsh barrel, usually a natural thing at times like this, but it seemed so out of place this morning.....
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on May 20th, 2012, 2:55 pm, edited 1 time in total.
If you agree with me call it fact; if you disagree - call it my opinion.
After all - we are talking turkey.