Great hunt A-Bomb!
I had Wisconsin's first season (4-11 through 4-15). The season started out real great! NOT! We got hit with that snow-storm, and high winds. So Wednesday was a white-out, and Thursday started out with 30 mph winds as well. No luck in the morning, so I went and took a nap. When I went out scouting some other property, I found 40 or so birds milling around out in a hay field. It looked like an easy stalk, so I went for it. I had a small woods between me and the birds, so along with the high winds and ice and snow falling from the trees, it seemed like this was going to be easy. The birds were wanting to come my direction, so all I had to do was intercept them by setting up where they were going to wander by. Well I get set up right in the corner of the field when My wife decides to call me on the cell phone to tell me I can hunt as late as I want. Meanwhile the birds high-tail it into the woods because they heard my ringer, so I told her I might be able to be home in 15 minutes!
My fault, I didn't turn my ringer off on the phone. So I thought I was busted. I went into the woods hoping to cut them off. I make a super silent sneak through the woods, only to bust the entire flock. So now I thought it was over. I decided to give some small purrs hoping to call in a bird. As impatient as I am, I only gave it 15 minutes, and was going to head home hoping to give it a fair shake the following day. The weather was going to really improve in the next three days. So I decide to stand up, and I look to my right, and a long-beard is about 15 yards from me to my right. I'm right handed, so I needed to turn my body to make the shot. By the time I turned, he was running away at about 35 yards, and I missed! Most important rule in turkey hunting is to be patient, and when you decide to move, DON'T!
So now it's day three! I decide to go to another property. Calm weather clear, and the birds are talking. Sounds like a couple jakes, and maybe one tom. But the kicker is there is one dominant hen who won't have a part of me calling to "her" boys. She is really getting amped up, and is now bellering real loud at me in this "how dare you" sort of tone. When all of a sudden I can hear small footsteps running my direction. I figured it was a coyote, so I raised my gun out of instinct (even though, I probably wouldn't have shot), and here it comes, yep, a coyote. It sees my decoys, and crouches immediately, and charges my hen decoy, and leaps on it and sticks itself in the belly with the stake that supports the decoy. It makes a cry that sounds like a cat getting screwed, and runs off! Pretty cool!
Now back to turkeys. The hen is absolutely furious, and I watch her fly from her roost to the roost that the tom was in, and she now starts clucking, so I mimic her, and cut her off every time she decides to call. All of a sudden she flies down and lands like five feet from me, and starts stomping the ground. I shut my eyes and looked the other direction so I wouldn't get busted, and I could hear her stomping the ground while she made a small circle around me. All the other birds flew down as well, and I had two jakes come out in full strut, but no tom. They ended up wandering through the woods, and that was that.
On my ride home I decided to check out that field from the day before, and sure enough there are 2 toms on the edge of a small island of woods fanning and displaying. I come up on them from the opposite side of the woods, and do the low-crawl through manure and mud, and sneak up to those birds (along with the rest of the pack) I get to within 40 yards of a nice tom, and roll him. he rolls for about 20 yards, and gets up and flies away! What the hell! Now I need a shower!
The next day! The birds were there, they flew down, and they came in! EASY AS THAT!
Result: 23# 11"and 5" double-beard, and 1" spurs.
Maybe I should have just waited for the the right day? Anyhow, it was full of excitement, and I ended up with a respectable bird.