Well it's been four days of tough hunting. The first two days I never saw a turkey and heard maybe three yelps or a cluck, but not sure. Wednesday I finally saw some birds, but one old hen had three small poults and I passed. Then I spotted a old longbeard in a pasture and tried to lure him onto property I could hunt, but no go. so I went back today and heard nothing there. I decided to return to the only area I had seen any apprecable sign. I eased into the area and through a couple hards locator clucks followed by a whine and received three sharp clucks back. I moved closer and got a series of yelps in response. I could tell after a couple replies the birds were moving up hill. After two hours of cat and mouse I dropped back below them to my original set up and decided to go for broke. I shot the awefullest commotion of hard clucks and challenge purrs followed by a string of hard yelps up the hill i could muster. I got a hard cluck and single yelp back. I decided to sit for an hour then bail. After 15 minutes I heard some sharp calls just above me, like a couple birds spiring, so I cut right back with a sahrp whine and purr. Two minutes later I see movement and here comes a hen on a march down the bank. she was being followed by a flock. They fed around, but this hen just kept looking. Finally they were all in sight and there was 11 adults hens and four poults (pretty sad sight). So I whined and here come ole bossy. I decided it had been a good hunt and with the way season had been I decided to take her. So I didn't get a gobbler, but I've seen seasons like this before and am happy to tag this hen. She's in the crock pot and we'll make casarole tonight.
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Bust em, Bag em, thank HIm