This was one of the better mornings that we have had down here in Georgia. I think that the toms are finally starting to run out of hens and are finally starting to talk more. Well, it all starts with us treeing a bird right before dark in a stand of huge pines below our "third lake" (we have 3 ponds that run down the center of the property). Pumped up about it, we went home had a great dinner and went to bed. We woke up about 20 minutes before the sun even started to rise, we got dressed and headed out the door. After a couple of howl hoots as we drove to our spot to make sure that there were not any gobblers that we would be missing in route, we finally made it to a big open field that we call "the big dove field" (how original!) anyway, this field is practically the highest point on our property and we did one last howl call here. What do you know...a gobbler gobbled to us from a different location than we treed the gobbler the previous evening. The place that we wanted to set up was directly between the previous nights gobbler and this new one. so we got to our place and i did a quiet tree call which was immediatly replied with a gobble from this new bird AND after he gobbled about 6 more gobblers gobbled from where we roosted the bird the previous night. It all looked like we would get one, one way or another! Ya right...we are in georgia...where each gobbler has about a lifetime supply of hens to deal with. anyway, i continued to call to these turkeys every so often whenever another hen would call and then i would occasionally call to get their attention on me not the other hens. finally, they all flew down and they all started heading off in their own directions. i thought that with 6 gobblers down in that pine stand, one of them must not have a hen to tend to...but wait...we are in georgia! anyway, after a while of desperatly trying to get a turkey to come for a shot for my uncle, we decided that we would move. the new gobbler that we located that morning went off in the opposite direction and gobbled alot as he moved. i figured that he must have been the boss gobbler because he would not shut up! anyway, we decided to go back up the the "big dove field" so that we could listen to where he had moved to. upon reaching the top of the field, we listened to his gobble at least 6 times within a minute and got a good idea of where he was located. unfortunatly, when we finally got set up in a good spot...for some reason he just stopped calling...i was waiting for him to gobble before my first call, but after like 20 minutes of no gobbling, i finally starting doing so clucks and cutts mixed together. after about 30 minutes of doing this and no response, we decided to go down to the "pipeline" (a mile stretch of straight road of one of our borders.) this area was a major strutting area and this is where all the gobblers went right after they hit the ground. unfortunately, these gobblers have serious attitude and do not participate at all. anyway, i was sure that this is where those 6 gobblers had headed to because it was only about 100 yards from where they hit the ground. we have another road that makes a T formation with the pipeline and i usually walk down the T until i hit the "pipeline" and look both ways to see if there are any strutting turkeys on the road. anyway, i finally got to the road that runs into the "pipeline" and what was at the intersection of the T...a turkey...anyway, the turkeys WILL NOT come down the T instead they just sit on the "pipeline"...so we finally waited for the turkey to go on down the pipeline before we started walking down the road toward the "pipeline". when we were about 40 yards from the T, guess what happens, the turkey pops out into the intersection...whoops...anyway, this tom had about an 8 inch beard and never strutted a second; however, right behind him walked out another tom that was strutting. we immediatly froze and did not move a muscle. finally, the strutting bird went to the right on the T (where he came from) and the other one went to the left on the T...therefore, i knew that the flock must have been seperated on each side of the road. well, i told my uncle to immediatly sit down in some high grass on the side of one side of the road, and i backed up down the road a little ways and sat in some grass/bushes. once situated, i made a couple of cutts which were immediatly hit by about 6 gobbles. 5 from the left and 1 from the right (the struting bird) i thought that those turkeys were all about to charge. since i have never heard or seen a jake make a gobble on our property, i thought that we were about to be covered up in choices of which tom to take. after hearing that response, i decided to do one more series of calls which once again resulted in the shaking of the woods. then i went quiet. eventually, the nice 8 inch tom came out from the left at the T but was just out of range and would not come a step further. eventually, 4 more jakes walked out behind him which was a disapointment. anyway, i continued calling every once in a while for about 30 minutes without an even slight response. eventually, i walked up to the T to look where they had gone...they were about 40 yards down the road, the jakes feeding and the tom strutting. they didn't move for at least 20 minutes when my uncle decided that it was time to head back to the house for a wonderful breakfast of fried fish, grits, bacon, sasuage, and biscuts. even though i wan't to stay a little longer in hopes of that tom to finally run out of hens, my uncles stomach was growling so loud that it must have been the reason that those turkeys would come a step toward us. anyway, it was fun while it lasted and the amount of gobbling was incrediable and the best it has been this year. each gobbler probably gobbled at least 30 times each...which made the woods seem as if they would crash down upon us. better luck next weekend i guess...and maybe next weekend, those gobblers will not have any more of those awful georgia hens!

spunds like you had fun, feed your uncle next time , lol