This is reprinted from 2007, but a classic example of how late-season hunting can be dynamite!
Yesterday, May 31st, marked the very last day of the MN turkey season, as well as the latest date in any spring that I’ve chased turkeys.
I took to the woods with a friend who had never been turkey hunting before. We had but one day to punch a tag, and hopefully show him what turkey hunting was all about.
Our hunting area received about an inch of rain the night previous, and our walk would be a long and early one through the muddy fields. Because cover of trees was not an option for the walk-in, we had to rely upon cover of darkness in getting to our spot early.
While I typically like to run and gun quite a bit more during the late season, I made an exception for this property. It has one of those magical places where turkeys not only seem to always be, more importantly, when they’re not there, they seem to always WANT to be. It’s much easier calling birds to an area they’re comfortable with, and this long jutting point into a corn-field with a great vantage point has it all. What’s better, is that a logging road bisects this point, making a natural corridor for birds that want to “cut-the-corner” and not walk all the way around the point. We would sit here until 9AM, at least.
Overcast skies made the birds fire up late, but what they lacked in timing, they made up for in gusto. Two gobblers about 250 yards below us liked every call I threw at them. But that didn’t mean they were willing to seek us out. Rather, they pitched down the hill, gobbling even more incessantly at the calls after they hit the LZ. Another bird fired up to the left of us even further away, but we’d wait them out.
A fox and then a curious doe kept things interesting, until a hen entered the field below us at 300 yards away. Was she with a tom? We’d find out almost a 1/2 hour later, that the Tom was even closer to us, but out of view from a grassy fencline.
The first thing we noticed was the bird had a decent beard, but beyond that, we didn’t know much else. Henned up? Willing? The first set of yelps were ones he gobbled at, answering our question for us. He picked his way in our general direction, until he disappeared in a dip in the field. If he did come in, we wouldn’t know until he was about 120 yards away.
Minutes dragged on, until almost 20 passed, with still no sign of the gobbler. I couldn’t resist, and yelped again. Mistake; just out of our line of sight, he was 150 yards away and closing. He proceeded to get to the top of a small rise in the field about 100 yards away or so, and gobbled, strutted, and periscoped his head for the better part of the next 1/2 hour.
The bird showed signs of breaking strut, and kept looking back at his hen, now on the other side of the field many hundreds of yards away. Being in the blind, I could move a bit, and I cupped both hands over my mouth, called more softly, and pointed my head in the other direction. He took the bait.
Concerned that this new found jenny would get away from him, our bird proceeded to walk 5 steps, strut, gobble, then walk another 5 and so on, and so on, getting closer and closer. At about 45 yards, the bird started working left of our setup, and it was time to shoot.
2 clucks from my mouth call made the bird shoot his head up, and the tom hit the ground like his legs were taken out from under him. No flapping for the first 20 seconds made us sure the shot was true.
This bird had all the makings of an all-star video-hunt bird. He strutted and gobbled continuously, giving my buddy the show of his life. We talked about the end of seasons, how it can be a somber day, even when successful as we were. It meant the end of something I treasure, at least for a year, but we agreed that there could be no better way to close off a season.
STATS
Tom
Weight – 21lbs 2oz
Beard – 10″
Spurs – 3/4″
Score – 56.10
