Well, lets just start off by saying that this cold front we had come through lastnight has made the gobblers go nuts ! My father and I had to resort to going to our secondary honey hole this morning and I'm sure glad we did.
We got to the woods around 5:00 a.m and immediately had 1 gobbler sounding off. We really didn't want to setup in that area because of a good sized creek that we would have to pull these birds across in order to be able to shoot. After listening a few more minutes it was clear that we had not 1 but 4 gobblers and they we're red hot. We decided that we would setup close to the creek and hope for the best but, after getting closer we realized that there was no way we could getthere and we setup our spread in an old bean field.
After setting up the decoys we looked behind us and realized that there were no trees to rest our backs on. So, we did the next best thing and just set down in the grass on the edge of the field. I gave a few soft yelps on the Stinger mouth call and they all tried to out gobble each other on the roost. After a few minutes a hen pitched down right to our decoys. But, after a few minutes she flew back across the creek to the toms. After a couple more minutes the toms hit the ground and the game was on. I started pouring it on them with aggresive yelps and cutts and these bird went absolutely bonkers! Everytime I would make a call I would get cut off by triple gobbles from all 4 of these birds. Of course they came to the creek and hung up just like we knew they would. They continued to gobble for the next 10 minutes non-stop. This is my 8th season turkey hunting and I have never seen birds so hot. I poured it on them one more time and then shut up. They stood there and gobbled a few more times and then it all got quite. After a couple of minutes of silence they just couldn't take it and the first one flew over. Thats all it took and the other 3 followed suit.
The birds entered the field in full strut at about 50 yards away and closing in. When the birds got to the decoys I whispered to my dad that I would take the one on the left and he on the right. I stared counting, 1...2...3... boom! My bird dropped but unfortunately my father wasn't so lucky. Right about the time I said 3 I could see the birds crossing paths in my scope. There may be a chance that most of his shot hit my bird also. After the shot the other birds flew off and we went to recover my bird. He weighed 19 lbs. 8oz., had a 10 3/4" beard with the classic 7/8" two year old spurs. This was the best hunt I've ever had. Not the biggest turkey I've taken but the best hunt. To top it off I got to share it with my father.
Score another for team 7!
Scored in Southern Indiana!
