Northeast Indiana is known to be a hard turkey hunt even for seasoned woodsmen.One of the primary factors is the geographic lay of the land. This is primarily known as lake country, and were you have a multitude of lakes, there will also be a lot of swamps, marshes, and wetlands. This is also farm country, mostly beans and corn, so the woods around here are fairly small, just a few acres. For example in Allen co. the largest tract of woods is 80 acres and that is continually logged. As a matter of fact, logging is a big business around here, and most farmers routinely keep the big roost trees logged, so good habitat is at a premium. Fortunately, the state does try to purchase all available wetlands, so most of the hunting oppurtunities are on state land, as good private land for turkey hunting is as rare as, say, hens teeth. This is one fella thats sure happy with the oppurtunities the state of IN. provides, cause without their hard work, I would most likely not have harvested my tom turkey. That also goes for my son, Conner, and his harvesting his first tom on a different piece of public ground. So just let me say, " Thanks Indiana!"
Conner got his tom at Marsh Lake Wetland Conservation Area. This has been my "go to" spot for years, as most folks won't get deep in the swamp because of the degree of diffulculty. Not Conner! Once he found out how good those muck boots worked, there wasn't anywhere he wasn't willing to go for a turkey. We packed a blind in through the muck, mire, water and cabbage for about a mile, set our deeks and waited for the gobble fest. I did the calling, explaining everything to Conner, and the gobbles cracking the morning air, were everything I could have hoped for, for my son's first turkey hunt. Conner saw him first, grabbing my arm, while whispering,"Dad! Dad! There's a turkey over here!"
It doesn't get any better than that folks, and that's a father son memory, I'll cherish forever. The tom came from 100 yrds. to 27 yrds. and thats were Conner baptized that bird with buckshot. He flopped into a creek, but we flopped in after him,so, thanks IN.
I got my tom at Pigeon River Wildlife Area a couple weeks later. No gobbles there though. Had to stalk him down, and to tell you the truth I really prefer to spot, and stalk, and call.
Now lets here about your adventures in the land of the HOOSIER HUNTER!
GOOD LUCK, GOD BLESS, AND STAY SAFE