The morning started early.
Three a.m. early in fact. I
showered to clear the cobwebs from the deep slumber, got dressed in the day’s
work attire which would consist of greens and browns, and woke my daughter
up. She jumped up with the speed of a
sloth to get dressed herself, having fallen asleep on the couch in the den
while watching television late just a few hours earlier.
It was going to be a long day, simply because of the two
hour drive time, set-up prior to light, and the expense on our bodies from the
days before. The family had been on
spring break in South Carolina, and I joined them that Wednesday evening. I wasn’t going to experience vacation time
with the family though; it just happened I had a two day business meeting in
the same coastal city. A business
meeting full of seminars, instructional sessions, and a vendor trade show. Although I was present and paying attention,
even learning a few things, my mind mostly looked forward to the weekend trip
with my daughter.
By quarter of four, we were on the road and Julianne was
dozing back off in the passenger seat. I
ran the coming day through my mind several times. Mental preparation is as important as
physical preparation and I wanted to make sure I had everything in line for the
hunt. I played several scenarios
consisting of seeing no birds to seeing plenty and from getting no shots to
missing a shot to making the shot.
We arrived at the land around 5:30a.m. and received a brief
description of the layout. We were shown
where the birds usually roost, where they come from and go to, and where the
best places were to set up decoys and the blind.
After walking a couple of hundred yards to the opening, we
doubled back, grabbed our gear and I began to explain the setup to
Julianne. I opened the pop up blind and
told her what to put where while I counted off yardage and placed three decoys
nearby. We were ready.
As the sunlight began to peek through the tops of the trees
we heard crows, woodpeckers and owls.
All three of these species calls can be used as locator calls for
turkey. I listened carefully. No turkey yelps. No turkey gobbles. I told my daughter they could just be silent,
but we would see what we could do.
After a while I hit my mouth hen call for a few clucks. No answer.
I told her to just sit back and relax and get some more rest.
Finally, around nine, I heard something very faint in the
distance. I wasn’t sure if my ears and
mind were playing tricks, so I decided to blow the mouth call and listen for a response. Looking back, I probably should have informed
Julianne first. After the initial
startle of the cluck blasts, we both heard a very distant gobble. It was time to work.
Over the next hour, the thunder chicken and I exchanged
sweet nothings. Mine consisted of several
yelps; his consisted of a powerful gobble blast. As his courtship calls became close, he
stopped responding briefly. We sat
patiently, waiting, watching. I just
knew he would exit the woods to our right, come strutting toward the decoy
spread, and offer the shot.
After a few minutes of silence, I let out a few soft
yelps. Before I could finish the third
blow he already responded. Behind
us. He circled the opening completely
and came in behind us through the hardwoods.
My daughter’s eyes lit up like a three year old on Christmas
morning. His gobble shook the blind with
its power.
The problem with him behind us is we had no windows on the
backside of the blind and the combination of woods and foliage would deflect
the arrow depending on the tom’s location.
I quietly unzipped the door in the back to reveal a small
opening where I could peak through as well as get a camera lens with an
unobstructed view. It took me a few
seconds to spot him, but there he was. I
had to tilt the rangefinder sideways to get an idea of the distance. Twenty-five yards. A little long for Julianne’s range, but
again, she had no opportunity to shoot out of the back anyway.
I motioned for Julianne to take a peak so she could see her
first long beard. I clucked while she
was looking and she could see the outstretched neck of the ole tom as he
gobbled in reply.
We played with the bird for over an hour with him behind
us. He would strut, gobble, and even lay
down for a brief moment. But he never
would come into the opening. He hovered between
20 and 25 yards throughout the entire episode.
Then he left.
While I was disappointed she was not able to take the shot,
the look in her eyes when she heard the first gobble is forever etched in my
mind. The excitement we had together,
the time spent, is as precious as any other moments a parent could have.
Thankfully, the season has just begun and we have several
weekends left to hunt together.
Super excited for you and your daughter! Sounds like it was a great trip and I'll bet she will never forget that gobbler coming in. Awesome!
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