i haven't been on the board for a while so i wanted to share my little story about my fall turkey harvest. friday (the day before the last day of turkey) i was wondering around some woods that i've never hunted before. it was just getting dark and i heard the birds fly up to roost less than 100 yards away. so i tried to imprint a picture into my head as to where they were. i left the woods and came back super early in the morning. well to make a long story short, since i was new to these particular woods, i accidentally sat right under the tree where they were roosting. i let out some tree yelps, nothing. let out some fly down cackles, nothing. so i thought to myself, i couldn't even be close to where they were at last night. i got up taking about five steps and they scare the bejeesus at of me when they flew out of the roost. well i was mad at myself, real mad. so i walked a few hundred yards (stopping and sitting along the way) and decided to climb up this short cliff so i can be on the shelf looking down over the valley, it was nine am by this time. while pulling myself up the cliffside by hanging onto the base of trees, a turkey flew out of the roost, this time it flew in the direction that i could get a shot. i let out one shot and she fell to the ground and was dead right now, no flopping no nothing. that was my hunt. thanks for listening.

i just couln't believe they were still in the roost at 9 am.