I couldn't stand it any longer and went to the woods yesterday morning to go turkey hunting... with a camera. Our season still isn't open for another week, but I just had to get out. Friday morning I heard these 4 jakes going ballistic, knew where they had roosted, where they were headed, so I thought I'd jump in front of them and see if I could get some pics. And of course I get there.... crickets. Waited and waited, not a gobble one close to me. So I start back to the truck and there was one distinct gobble that I kept hearing every few minutes, but he was a mile away as the crow flies. I started humping it over that way to where I figured he was, heard him a time or two on my way, so I had his location pinned down pretty well. Finally got there and threw a hen deek out and got settled. Finally I let out one call and he cut me off before I had finished and was on his way. He gobbled a few more times and I could tell he was getting closer, then silence. He didn't say a word for what seemed like a long time, then I hear him coming in drumming. That is such an awesome sound. He gets out in full view and he was a beautiful mature bird, it was majestic. (pardon the bad calling)
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