The aural firestorm reminded me of the heyday of northern Missouri 10 to 15 years ago. There were gobbling turkeys everywhere. Read

The gobbler hammered from almost the same spot. As we waited patiently in a timbered bottom about 150 yards away, he flew down and shut
up. A few minutes later, however, a faint gobble let us know that he was farther up in the timber. We abandoned our setup and closed the distance. Read

Several more owl hoots provoked numerous gobbles, and we nailed down the turkey’s roost tree. Read

The bird was in a timbered creek bottom bordered on two sides by massive fields. With the creek being so high, we’d have to get close to the longbeard to call him in. Read