This is the first Turkey I’ve ever called in, and harvested in NC.
So, I went out at about 10 am on the first day of the season for 2014. I know it’s a bit late in the morning, but I got in at 2:30 am from a night Tilapia bow fishing trip and was too sleepy to wake up before 9am. I had set up in the thickets by a swamp where I’ve seen them in the winter, but after calling for an hour, I got board and walked up to a ridge where a tree stand was set up for the deer season that just past. I noticed two trees next to each other that provided great shade from the sun, and sat down.
It was hot, but the shade and the moist cold ground was soothing, the other spot I was sitting in had sticks and twigs pinching all the nerves on my legs as I sat. This part had nice shade and just leaves, which kept the ground real cool and it also offered good concealment. As soon as I placed the call in action, I heard a Tom gobble somewhere really far. It was far enough that it sounded like a faint whisper. I called again, and he gobbled back, it was ON! After a 10 minute dance with the king of birds, I knew he was on his way, as his echoing strut would gradually become clearer and louder.
He barely came into the woods at about 30 yards, when I suddenly turned my head. A big no-no, as he was there, looking at me. I feared he spotted me while we were eye to eye, but I think the shade and my quick action to put a set of hen clucks calmed his curiosity. He puffed up and gobbled as he walked behind several small trees to my right. That was my chance, I quickly shuffled my feet to the right. Those leaves were so loud, I felt as if I would spook him, so I clucked again while taking my Benelli Montefeltro off safe. It felt like 2 hours had passed, and I feared he would move on. That’s when it happened, he moved just a bit to the left, which provided me a 12 inch gap between all the trees, and I squeezed. After a loud pop, he dropped and I had harvested my first ever Turkey, which I intentionally called in. Amazing.