One of the great things about hunting is that I get to see and experience new things each and every season. This turkey season was no exception. I finally managed to get set-up correctly on some gobblers I've been hunting this season. Although I think Harold and Mills are spot-on regarding the improving chances one has by waiting until later in the day to call a Tom, I chose the opposite strategy and went in extra early. The problem was that the birds were roosting in some isolated timber in a drainage that was surrounded by large open fields. There was also a deep and treacherously muddy creek that precluded a more direct approach. So, to avoid trespassing on the adjacent landowner, I had to take a circuitous route that made my trek in over three miles. I also had to go in under the cover of darkness, thus the extra early walk in. I set up as close as I could to what I hoped was their roost with about an hour and a half before shooting light. As dawn approached, and just from where I'd hoped he would be, a bird gobbled at a barred owl's call...and then continued to gobble until fly-down.
Here's the "new experience" part of this hunt. There were two Toms roosted together, and they continued to gobble at each other for about 30 minutes, just over a slope in the field that kept them out of sight. Finally, one of the birds shifted over the crest of the slope and started to move my way. I had given only a purr and cluck to them just after fly-down to let them know there was a hen in my direction. Too much calling here would not work as my set-up spot had only sparse cover and I was sure a bird would see me before he got close enough to shoot if he was looking in my direction for a hen. I just wanted to coax them my way.
The Tom strutted and drummed closer, and then at about 50-60 yards the periscope went up and I could tell he was scanning my cover. He stepped a little closer and I chanced a shot. He went down quickly. The other Tom gobbled at the shot and did not fly away, although I still could not see him. I decided to wait to see what the other bird would do. In 45 years of hunting turkeys I've had three instances of other Toms jumping on a bird I'd shot. They are so programmed to fight off rivals, they don't care about the noise of a shot. This time when my bird flopped in his death throes, the other Tom jumped him and started pecking away. He finally left, but came back again and again as my bird would shudder every now and then. I watched this for about 10-15 minutes. I'm sure the Tom would have continued to attack my bird, but I finally decided my back and legs just needed to be stretched, so I got up. The Tom ran off and I went to retrieve my bird. Since the downed bird was just at the slope of the field, I could only see his wings thrash from my vantage point, not being able to clearly see all of him. I was surprised to find that the other Tom had plucked most of the feathers from my bird's neck. I now wonder if I'd not stood up and spooked off the other bird, if he would have completely plucked my bird for me.
Every day's a new day in the field...