willy
04-28-2008, 06:56 PM
Well just go back form a great two days in north east Pennsylvania where one of my best friends lives.
Took my number two son Dan on his first turkey hunt. First day out he got treated to what few people ever get to see, I called two mature Toms, for sub-dominant Toms a few years old and one Jake. The combination of calls I used got them all upset with each other and full strutting and sparring and very loud cackling all within fifty feet of us for about ten minutes. No shots at this time but he told me his heart was beating like crazy.
Our second day awoke to rain and wind, Toms usually won't call and hens stayed nested up on days like this. But my friend and I got up at 04:30 had some coffee and let his son and mine sleep in a little. We went scouting the mountains in the rain and found four Toms together on the side of a mountain on the edge of a field.
Went back and rousted the yougins and set up a game plan, parked the truck on the other side of the mountain, hiked up and over the edge and dropped down on the plataeu they had been on and my friend took off to the top above them, his son took off below us on the field edge but within eye sight of me and my son, started calling after setting up, I told my son they would not be answering like yesterday if they came in at all they would come silent and sneaky.
They did, all four, called them in to approx 16 yards in front of where we were sitting on the ground against a tree, told my son to take the biggest bird in front, he made a great shot and his bird dropped on the spot. We only had his gun with us so remembering I had a tag too I said hand me the gun and as one of the other birds was trotting about thirty five yards away making a circle out I called and he slowed just enough and I dropped him. A double. Well earned and well done by my son. Good eats this week.
http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f138/bill_schultz/IMGP0643.jpg
Great friends and good hunters Dick and his son Luke with Dan
http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f138/bill_schultz/IMGP0646.jpg
Took my number two son Dan on his first turkey hunt. First day out he got treated to what few people ever get to see, I called two mature Toms, for sub-dominant Toms a few years old and one Jake. The combination of calls I used got them all upset with each other and full strutting and sparring and very loud cackling all within fifty feet of us for about ten minutes. No shots at this time but he told me his heart was beating like crazy.
Our second day awoke to rain and wind, Toms usually won't call and hens stayed nested up on days like this. But my friend and I got up at 04:30 had some coffee and let his son and mine sleep in a little. We went scouting the mountains in the rain and found four Toms together on the side of a mountain on the edge of a field.
Went back and rousted the yougins and set up a game plan, parked the truck on the other side of the mountain, hiked up and over the edge and dropped down on the plataeu they had been on and my friend took off to the top above them, his son took off below us on the field edge but within eye sight of me and my son, started calling after setting up, I told my son they would not be answering like yesterday if they came in at all they would come silent and sneaky.
They did, all four, called them in to approx 16 yards in front of where we were sitting on the ground against a tree, told my son to take the biggest bird in front, he made a great shot and his bird dropped on the spot. We only had his gun with us so remembering I had a tag too I said hand me the gun and as one of the other birds was trotting about thirty five yards away making a circle out I called and he slowed just enough and I dropped him. A double. Well earned and well done by my son. Good eats this week.
http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f138/bill_schultz/IMGP0643.jpg
Great friends and good hunters Dick and his son Luke with Dan
http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f138/bill_schultz/IMGP0646.jpg