Very close to putting one down for my brother last night. Observed a group of birds feeding their way down a draw and into a pasture, and belly crawled to keep up with them. Approaching them from the other direction was too exposed, but that would’ve been the only way to kill these birds I think.
We managed to draw them back out into the pasture to check out the hen racket we were making to 120 yards. There was a superjake or a sub-tom (couldn’t tell which) with about a 5-6″ beard that would gobble 4-5 times before I finished my yelping sequence. Now that’s getting cut off! His other two jakes were the ones that he wouldn’t part with, and that led him back into the woods.
We’re at it again tonight I think, but I’m not sure how many of these I’m going to go with him on. He can’t hunt until about 6pm at night each day of his season, which hinders our chances as you can imagine. Seriously. Work? I don’t get it. This is turkey season.
Joel