I have to say that while hunting in Pa with Jal. we had a couple of mornings on the watch that Turkeys wokeup not to far off. I could feel the excitement run though me as I heard the Tree Yelping , the Fly downs , some Gobbling. The beauty in the calls were something else. Some birds were off note but others had the most perfect Flydowns one could ever hear.
Being a Compation caller , I could see the exsperence one could get from spending a little time in the woods of PA. hearing the real birds do there routine ,Now I can see why I can not beet this Pa guys in Comp's
This really gave me a charge again for the sport. Here in Ontario its a hit and miss to sit near a flock and hear the sounds that light up the woods on a crisp fall morning. The hunt is on ,, in my mind ...BT

Way to sum it up BT

Yep,sure makes you want to put a call in your mouth and chime right in with em dont it BT?Your right BT,learning to use a call and calling in the wild are 2 distinctly different situations!!

You're so right Adrian.Even though I've heard those sounds hundreds of times over the years it still gives me shivers.It was fun.Glad you were there to share it with.

Jalvja, Those shivers are from your blood not circulating due to old age.
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You summed it all up pretty good Adrian......this past spring i heard my first fly down cackle and i was amazed how it sounded echoing through them woods as the sun began to rise above the tree tops. Shucks you guys were right nothing tops off spring turkey hunting its all your faults!

He got ya again Jim !...BT

BT, I know what you mean by hearing sweet music!! A couple of seasons ago while in my treestand early one morning bowhunting for deer, I had the pleasure of hearing a flock wake up myself!! Awesome sounds to hear that early in the morning, like you and Jim, I was very glad to be in that particular spot that monring to hear that "sweet Music"!!!

BT - I have greeted the dawn more than once with birds roosted right above me, hoping they don't crap on me. Hard to beat the calling lesson from the real thing... What I have found most exciting is to get a gob so close (usually on my backside) that you can hear him suck in his breath as he gobbles. The gobbling that close shakes the pollen off the trees onto you and is awesome. Hard to keep the composure as each note dances off your spine, lol. I did hear a fair amout of gobbling this fall while out in the woods bowhunting, I can only hope the birds will hang in there til spring...

My next favorite "sweet" spring music is the continuous deep drum from several gobs competing for the affection of a jezebel decoy, lol. I have 3 adult gobs etched in memory, each touching wing to wing, all drumming their brains out with such an intensity that they must have thought this was the last hen in the county... amazing, sounded like a dull roar. This week is the start of winter, meaning spring can't be too far away... in the meantime, we can dream and remember...
-fsh

fsh , your so right about that....BT