It had been a tough hunt. I was in N Wis and it was the last day of the 5th season. Wis has six one-week long seasons, a tag is only good for a 7 day period and I had 2 in my pocket that would expire at sunset. I had not worked a bird the previous 6 days. The birds had been pretty stingy with the gobbles.
At dawn I parked just off a logging road and listened. There was a faint gobble to the east. I turned and faced that way and heard another to confirm. Immediately I started down the road at a quick pace. After about 400 yards I stopped and heard another gobble. I was still a ways away so I kept up my pace. As I got closer I could hear him gobbling while still moving and this guy was gobbling good for a change.
When I got even with the bird he was about 200 yards North of the old logging road. I only moved in about 20 yards and set up. The birds used that road, plus the tree canopy was still pretty thin and I didn’t want to spook him.
I used my Frictionwood caller with some soft yelps and clucks. He answered my calls and even gobbled in between. He was hot! After a few minutes I could tell by his gobbling he was on the ground now and moving left & right, but not gaining any ground. At one point I thought I heard a faint gobble way to the south. I kept working him with soft calling for about 15 minutes but he wouldn’t move. Now I know I have a gobbler to the south as he is coming closer and I can hear him for sure.
Then the north bird’s gobble sounded a little further away…and the next gobble confirmed he was moving off. I picked up my box call and hit him with 15 to 20 loud yelps. I wasn’t going to lose this bird after so long with no turkey interaction. The south bird let out another gobble and he was getting closer but still a ways off. The north bird gobbled again from about his original position then the next gobble was closer then he had ever been. He was coming and I got on the gun. The south bird gobbled and I am pretty sure he is on the old logging road but still a ways east of me, maybe 250 yards.
The north bird gobbled again but he is moving to much to my left. Not good as I am a lefty and there were some blowdowns that direction. I made a couple more clucks on the Frictionwood caller and got back on the gun. The south bird gobbled and I figure he is on the logging road and about 150 yards to the east of me.
Now I am in a situation I have never been in before. I got all my senses concentrated on the gobbler coming from the north and my right ear straining to hear drumming from the east. Then I see that light bulb head moving through the woods at about 30 yards. The “south” bird that is east of me on the road gobbles about 100 yards away. I could have shot the north bird at 25 yards but instead of moving my gun I let him walk in front of it. Nailed him at 18 yards.
For a split second I was indecisive. Should I reload first (I shoot a single shot) or start in with the fighting purrs. Then my instinct kicks in and something inside me yells “Don’t Think…DO” so I reload and grab the Frictionwood caller. The fighting purrs fit right in with the flopping of the north bird. I kept calling for about a minute then shift to the right a bit and get on the gun. In a minute or so I see some heads coming down the old road. A jake is in the lead but he holds up to let the tom go ahead. At 28 yards I let the tom have it. Three other birds took off at the shot and I think they were all jakes.
I looked at my watch when I killed the first bird (a habit I have) and then the second bird and only 7 minutes had elapsed. I just sat there in awe. I had gone from almost no turkey action for 6 days to 2 birds down in 7 minutes. I had killed a few doubles before but always birds that came in from the same flock. This was the first time I had 2 gobblers converge on me from different directions at almost the same time. As I punched those 2 tags I couldn’t believe it. I had almost started to heat the water for the soup.
Later I GPS’ed the location of where I thought the north bird roosted and when I got back to where I first heard him it was .52 miles to the roost.
I just like this pic.