Sorry for being late with this story however I was fortunate enough to tag my 6th season WI bird over Memorial Day weekend. I have a few relatives in the West Central part of the state that own some land so I had quite a bit of land to hunt on. Even though I had a variety of places to hunt it was still the 6th season and I figured these birds would be pretty smart by now not to mention bird numbers in this part of the state were down dramatically compared to the past 2 years. Well, Friday morning (5/22) I hunted with one of my uncles and his grandson. We all heard birds gobble from their roosts in the morning however after they flew down the went silent and no one was able to get them to work. Later in the morning we decided to meet up move around hoping to locate some birds which we did. Unfortunately they didn't want to cooperate and my uncle decided to call it a day around noon.
Instead of just giving up I went over to another relatives farm and did some scouting there. After talking with that uncle I decided to set my blind up in a funnel near a roost area for the following morning and then get out of there. It looked like a good set up however I was still wasn't very optimistic since it was so late in the season.
Well, 4:00a.m. the following morning I was in my blind and ready to go. I knew I got in there early and doubted that I disturbed anything. I closed my eyes for a bit knowing that I had over an hour before the birds would hopefully start gobbling. Around 5:15 I heard my first bird, then my second, third, fourth and finally fifth! That's right, 5 different toms! They all sounded close as well. I started calling softly and got a response from 2 different toms. I worked them for about 25 minutes before they popped out of the ravine and let out a gobble when they saw my decoys in the field. My heart raced as the honed in on my 2 mounted hen decoys and came into full strut. They worked their way into range and as I stedied my gun on my shooting stick I did pause for a second or two and admire how beautiful those birds were! Realizing how fortunate I was to have 2 nice toms in range this late in the season though, I didn't hesitate too long and dropped the first one to stick his neck out and give me a shot.
This whole time my uncle had been watching me from his house and once he heard the shot he headed over on his atv. He told me that he heard the birds gobbling and coming to me and pretty much watched the entire story unfold. He was as excited as I was! In fact, he will be hunting with me next year for his first time hunting turkeys ever.
My 3rd bird of the season - 19 lb. 3/4" & 7/8" spurs, 10 1/8" beard