Typical turkey

by Jun 14, 2016Turkey Hunting

Typical turkey

I think overall, I was excited for turkey season.  I really was.  Then May came and we went fishing, celebrated Mother’s Day and found ourselves busy.  Dad and I had one morning to head into the woods to hunt.

We had moved the blind closer into the woods and the path that  I had seen the turkeys on when I was deer hunting. We set up the decoys and waited for it to get lighter before I started calling.  I had a box call, slate call, electronic call and a couple of apps on my phone.

We called and listened.

Called and listened.

Called and listened.

After a few hours, we made our way to the fields to see if there were birds around.

It was quiet as we walked but that didn’t stop us from jumping at least three deer and a pair of Mallards who were swimming in a large puddle.   We snuck into the field as best we could and crept along the ridge to see if there were any turkeys eating in the corn fields. Nothing.

We called and listened.  Nothing.

We thought of a couple other locations that we could try and headed there.  The fog was starting to lift and we could feel the sun and impending heat working to break through.

We walked a couple of miles into the woods and called. Still nothing.  It was as though all of the turkeys that we had seen on the trail cameras had totally disappeared.  A little discouraged to not even hear a gobble, we walked further into the woods before coming upon another hunter’s truck and turning around.

We tried another two fields nearby before heading home for lunch.

The sun was out now and it was getting warmer.  I opened up the trunk of my car and put a few layers inside.  As soon as I shut the trunk, we heard a gobble.  I had gotten a bird to shock gobble! and that bird was close.

I reloaded the shotgun, put the safety on and we headed in the direction of the bird.  We listed as we got closer but couldn’t hear the bird moving.  We called and heard nothing.  A swarm of black flies engulfed my face and I swatted at them in a failed effort to be free of them.   I called more and continued to hear nothing.

Dad and I looked at each other.  This perfectly described our career as turkey hunters.  It was fun being in the woods with Dad but we were absolutely OK at that point to call it a season and we did.

Maybe this fall we will get lucky and be able to take a bird!

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Erin Merrill, author of And a Strong Cup of Coffee, is president of Women of the Maine Outdoors, a senior writer for Drury Outdoors, a contributor to the Northwoods Sporting Journal and passionate all things Maine, Hunting, and the Outdoors.

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