D Comeaux wrote: Indaswamp wrote: Rick Hall wrote: D Comeaux wrote: Indaswamp wrote:
Rick Hall wrote:Or things don't happen fast at all and the rush of contact may last most of the morning without relief.
yea, that too....
I'm definitely looking forward to it.
Would be a lot cheaper and easier on your home life to "Just say 'No.'"
We warned him Rick....
Yeahhhhhh, I know. That's why I haven't indulged in this activity before now. But what the heck.
The name of the game in Eastern turkey hunting is scouting, scouting and more scouting. Never mind where they were in deer season, or even last week come early Spring. As nesting approaches, the hens are going to move near prime bugging sites for the poults to come, and the gobblers are going to move with the hens.
Once you're in the general area, you and everyone else out there will want to know where the birds like to roost. Fewer will go to the trouble of watching how the birds are apt to come off that roost and scout possible ambush points in their LZ and the least conspicuous routes to them, but it will pay you to have the patience and spend the time to do so without pushing the birds out. Then you'll want to similarly scout alternate roosts they use when scouters push them out of more favored ones.
Also takes patience to gather what I think the most important intel when the birds are too "henned up" to bother looking for one: where the big boys go in mid morning after their gals have peeled off to lay their daily egg. Might be nomadic but many have their version of a man cave where they'll head to loaf and perhaps congratulate themselves on the morning's conquests. Chances are it will be a site with considerable view, but that won't matter if you're there and hidden before he arrives.
While you're spending all the mornings you can possibly free up, and too often shouldn't have, out there learning the layout, pay careful attention to the hen talk, not just to learn its tones and cadences and how they differ from the DVD experts, but with an ear to picking out distinctive hens you might learn to duplicate. So when every gun-toting mother clucker, yelper, cutter and purrer in the country has the gobblers suspicious out of their skulls, you can offer the reassuring voice of good old Easy Mary.
Or you can save all that time, sleep in and go sit by the edge of the swamp and whack the poor bastage when he come by picking baby crawfish.
If you think I'm wrong, you might be right.