I got up and went turkey hunting this morning. I was crazy to go, as it was cold, windy and started raining as I was driving to the place.
Got there and it stopped raining, until I got all the stuff on my back and was heading to the field. Then the rain started blowing sideways. Had to set up at the far end of the field so that the wind was not blowing the rain into the window of the blind.
There was not a lot of activity to start with. The rain and wind slowed them down getting off the roost.
But then a Tom really started sounding off. I am glad there was some gobbling, because it was really cold and windy.
I never saw this bird, and after an hour or so he moved off.
I was sitting there with the rain coming down hard just waiting for it to let up so that I could load up. I was making a few calls every 20 minutes or so, when I got a strong gobble. It came from just over a rise in the field and I could not see the bird. The gobbles came every so often, over the next hour. Then two hens came into the field, and headed toward the gobbling. As the hens got to the top of the rise, I saw not one but 3 gobblers, or at least their white heads.
But the hens started taking them away. The rain and wind really got going, and I could see that the Toms went to the edge of the field with the hens, and got behind a group of cedars as a wind break. All I could see was the top of their heads, but I suspect that the hens got taken care of there and the boy were then just hanging out again.
Well, finally that started moving and it was looking really good.
Then a hen came out of nowhere and walked right past my decoy. All three of the Toms started to follow her. I was trying everything to get them to turn and come the last 50 yards to me. They were just about to leave the field and I switched mouth calls, gave them some soft purrs and clucks, they all three gobbled at the same time and came running in.
I had all 3 of them in my decoys inside 10 yards. All three of the Toms were the same size. so I waited to take a shot where I would only kill one. Took the shot, and that 100 grain Magnus Bullhead pretty much took off his head.
It was a fun and successful hunt, but I was crazy to be out there.
One of the better birds I have taken, 1-1/8" spur and 10" beard.