Seasons first turkey jaunt
Apr 26, 2021 9:34:19 GMT -7
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Post by hawkeyes on Apr 26, 2021 9:34:19 GMT -7
Made haste to the forest this morning for my first turkey outing of the season. Arrived at the trail head before dawn. This early spring morning was crisp with a slight breeze, the smell of the forest was mesmerizing and I couldn't wait to be under way! Dawned accoutrements, and headed into the forest with moonlight guiding the way. Amazing the small sounds one hears early in the morn, which became therapeutic to the body and mind. Along my miles trek a great horn can be heard vocalizing his hoot which was a pleasurable treat to the ears.
I reach my spot and hunker down, all is still except a fat and happy coon late to the party, scurrying up a dead ash roughly 20 yards away he reached his hidey hole to conclude his night's activities. Sun starts to peak by 6:40, birds awake and begin their morning songs, music to the ears! A flock of geese in the distance begin to make a ruckus which by my ears could awake the dead. With the sun peaking ever more I decide to begin calling easy. No responses with gentle calling which resorts to again enjoying the beauty of the forest awakening for a new day.
As things begin to come alive more I grab my wingbone call and start to call more aggressively, with pauses between. Ten or fifteen minutes go by and finally hear a fella in the way distance repeat to my calls of love! With no bird in sight adrenaline starts to pulse none the less at the response. Give him a few more calls and he repays the favor. Another 20 minutes go by and to my dismay I can tell he is to far from range, which it becomes likely he won't be heading my way. None the less, a success in my eyes.
Three hours go by with zero activity outside my first vocalizing. I then decide to trek deeper into the forest for my own well-being. This then makes me realize the high tech device I'm carrying in my haversack has some new updated photo functions, so why not give it a whirl!
All in all, an unsuccessful day amongst the forest beats a good day of work ANY DAY. The subtle small elements and experiences make every trek or hunt successful. Being able to enjoy the splendor of the forest and doing what I love becomes utterly priceless.
I reach my spot and hunker down, all is still except a fat and happy coon late to the party, scurrying up a dead ash roughly 20 yards away he reached his hidey hole to conclude his night's activities. Sun starts to peak by 6:40, birds awake and begin their morning songs, music to the ears! A flock of geese in the distance begin to make a ruckus which by my ears could awake the dead. With the sun peaking ever more I decide to begin calling easy. No responses with gentle calling which resorts to again enjoying the beauty of the forest awakening for a new day.
As things begin to come alive more I grab my wingbone call and start to call more aggressively, with pauses between. Ten or fifteen minutes go by and finally hear a fella in the way distance repeat to my calls of love! With no bird in sight adrenaline starts to pulse none the less at the response. Give him a few more calls and he repays the favor. Another 20 minutes go by and to my dismay I can tell he is to far from range, which it becomes likely he won't be heading my way. None the less, a success in my eyes.
Three hours go by with zero activity outside my first vocalizing. I then decide to trek deeper into the forest for my own well-being. This then makes me realize the high tech device I'm carrying in my haversack has some new updated photo functions, so why not give it a whirl!
All in all, an unsuccessful day amongst the forest beats a good day of work ANY DAY. The subtle small elements and experiences make every trek or hunt successful. Being able to enjoy the splendor of the forest and doing what I love becomes utterly priceless.