So opening day yesterday. Friday evening right before sunset I heard a bird gobbling and figured out more or less where he was roosted (I'm fortunate enough to live on several hundred acres of pretty good turkey country; I literally walk out my basement door to go turkey hunting).
Saturday morning I head out to that spot (hardwood timber above the river, corner of a field), set out my decoy in pitch foggy blackness (5:30 am), snuggle up next to a big oak., and wait.
Damned if at 6:05 that bird gobbled on the roost, FROM TWO TREES BEHIND ME. Like 50 feet behind me. WAY too close for my plans. If I budge he'll see me. If I don't move I can't get in a better position. I sure as hell can't turn around and look at him., because then he'll spook off the roost and I'll never see him again.
Fuck. Now I'm stuck. My plan is I'll be as quiet as a churchmouse, wait for him to fly down, and maybe try a yelp or two when he hits the ground. He's HAD to have seen that sexy Avian-X hen decoy, right? Right?
He gobbled for an hour and 15 minutes, walking around in circles, and I'm in a bad spot. Next thing I know I see his ass peeking at me from behind a tree and he's gone. Damn. He was suspicious from the start, with me shaking bushes and shining a flashlight getting set up.
So this morning I try Plan B, which means I'm going to wait for him to gobble before I go set up. Which I do.
Get in a pretty good spot, and this guy gobbles on the roost for about a half hour, then hits the ground gobbling. 5, 6, 7 gobbles in a string. I'm trying every trick in my book, clucking, purring, yelping that would make a Shanghai whore blush, and all this character does is come out to the field edge (100 yards away), gobble like a sailor on his first leave, walk back in the woods, gobble like there's no tomorrow, and repeat. For TWO HOURS.
Finally, at 8:30, he saunters off down Foster's Creek and I head back to the house in disgust.
Spent the rest of the morning prepping the lawnmower for the first cut of the year (oil, filters plugs, etc.) and just for fun, about 11:15, rip out a few loud yelps from the back patio. Damned if this guy doesn't start gobbling again!
Throw on my camo, pick up the decoy, and head back out. Mind you, in Virginia you can only hunt until noon for the first 3 weeks. I don't know why, drives me crazy, but that's the rules. Get set up, he's 100-150 yards out in thick bottomland, but heading my way! But taking his sweet time, and the clock chimes Noon and I've got to quit.
Another 30-45 minutes and I would have had him.
This is the same bird from my drone still and video above.
Going to lay off a few days because by now that Tom has my number.