The area I had scouted out and was hearing gobbling before the season was gone by the start of the season. The logging trucks literally chewed apart the forests and left pretty much nubs where I had been hoping to hunt. I can hunt pass that treeline in the distance but that is a stream followed by pretty steep hills so the birds didn’t seem to like it too much pre-season.

I went on down the road about 3/4s of a mile one morning and found a beautiful strut line where two toms had left prints and drag lines. So, I moved into their area hopefully. Now, how did the turkey(s) get 4? Because for 4 days I haven’t heard or seen a single one! Four days of getting up at 3:30 and setting up a blind every day by 5am and the only company I’ve had are some angry hens. One hen gets so mad she spends an hour cutting at me or anyone else that makes a noise but not a single tom.

I think today may have been my last day. Not that the birds aren’t there. Today I found out that the birds have been visiting the XP which I have parked down the road behind me about 200ft in the brush. It has rained pretty much every day so the ground gets wiped of prints each night which makes it easy to see all the deer, coyote, cat and as it turns out, turkey prints. As I made my way back late morning to get the XP and drive it down to tear down my site I looked down and saw the prints of the smaller of the two birds I have been looking for. Apparently he was hanging out with the Sportsman while I was looking the other way in the blind.

He was walking right by the little hill behind the blind where the atv was parked. The ladies were in front or me giving me a show and I never thought he would be standing behind me the whole time. So thats how the turkey won, four days of making me look like an idiot to his girlfriends.

Loaded up and heading back to the truck…