Well, we know we are in a good area and that our calls work.

We
got into the woods by the Sky Condo a little earlier than we did on the
first day.  The weather predicted rain so we wanted to get in as much
time as possible.  We got to our ground blind, set up the decoys and
settled in to start calling.  This morning though, we didn’t have to
start anything.  We heard a gobble within five minutes of sitting down.
 I got my box call out and called back.  He answered almost immediately.
 We had a great conversation for a steady 30 minutes with him often
double or triple gobbling.  Then the gobbles became more spaced apart
but did not stop.  Dad decided that be would circle down to the power
line where we were pretty sure the turkey was hanging out.  We hadn’t
been able to get him any closer in the past hour and knowing the area as
well as we do, if I could keep him gobbling, Dad could find him and get
him.

I
kept using the box call and tried to do something to get him to call
back.  I tried a relaxed couple of calls and I tried some with a little
more intensity.  Nothing, but I knew he had to be right there.  He
hadn’t left in over an hour.  Dad came back before there were any shots
fired.

The
turkey was hiding in some of the thick brush right where we thought he
was.  But, he was closer than Dad thought and when he started onto the
power line, the turkey made a quick chirp and flew.  Dad compared it to
flushing a partridge; he was gone before Dad knew it and flew down into
the woods near my tree seat.

We
tried the other spots that we had tried the day before but no turkeys.
 We did go into a field and saw four deer.  Being first and foremost
deer hunters, we stopped for maybe ten minutes and watched the deer eat
and play, oblivious to the fact that we we there.  Then we snapped out
of it and realized we needed to find some turkeys.

We
did the rounds again, checking the spot where the three jakes had been
the day before.  We ended back up by the Sky Condo where we sat for a
while.  By 9am, the on and off sprinkles started to get a little heavier
and the sky started to get a little darker.  I made the decision to
call it.  The last thing I needed was to get chilled and risk catching a
cold with just four weeks left of my pregnancy.  We made it back to the
house, Dad started a fire and the skies opened to a complete downpour.

For
our first weekend, the turkeys win.  We may try it again over Memorial
weekend depending on how I am feeling.  I think for the first two days
of us ever going turkey hunting, we did ok.  Lots of calls back, seeing a
hen and 3 jakes… Good start to a new type of hunting.