Setterman
Well-Known Member
This season has been down right horrendous for me, most of not all days are silent quickly after fly down. Nothing will drag a gobble from a bird it seems. I decided yesterday after a silent day and a woods nap on wet ground that I'd break out my Eno Super Sub hammock and throw it in my vest. As I've stated many times if the woods are quiet I don't roam, I stick in an area and wait for one to reveal himself. I find it to be deadly, far less turkey spooking, and did I say it was deadly. It's been wet and I'm tired of having a wet ass from laying on the ground whilst napping, so hence the bringing of the hammock. It weighs like 2 lbs and packs up the size of my fist.its also green so it is fairly camouflaged
This morning I actually got on a group of birds that blew it up on the limb and for a little while on the ground, of course hens showed up and eventually the woods went silent. Rather than leave the area to go roam, where it a turkey bump fest. I broke out the hammock for a nap. Settling in and using my fleece jacket as a blanket i was shortly in a nice deep sleep. People who know and have hunted with me know I can go from sound asleep to wide awake at the softest cluck 300 yards away. After about an hour of sleep I was awoken by a gobble not far from where the birds last were which was 100 ish yards out a bench. I rolled out of the hammock dropped it to the ground which took a second and set up. First call eager gobble, second call equally eager gobble...long story short in about 10 minutes there he was at 30 yards in full strut and seconds later graveyard dead.
Point of the story is I killed a really nice old mountain bird, by being patient and not heading off the wander aimlessly for miles where I'm doing more harm than good. I was patient, comfortable, and well rested when it concluded.
The hammock will now be a staple of my gear :rotf:
This morning I actually got on a group of birds that blew it up on the limb and for a little while on the ground, of course hens showed up and eventually the woods went silent. Rather than leave the area to go roam, where it a turkey bump fest. I broke out the hammock for a nap. Settling in and using my fleece jacket as a blanket i was shortly in a nice deep sleep. People who know and have hunted with me know I can go from sound asleep to wide awake at the softest cluck 300 yards away. After about an hour of sleep I was awoken by a gobble not far from where the birds last were which was 100 ish yards out a bench. I rolled out of the hammock dropped it to the ground which took a second and set up. First call eager gobble, second call equally eager gobble...long story short in about 10 minutes there he was at 30 yards in full strut and seconds later graveyard dead.
Point of the story is I killed a really nice old mountain bird, by being patient and not heading off the wander aimlessly for miles where I'm doing more harm than good. I was patient, comfortable, and well rested when it concluded.
The hammock will now be a staple of my gear :rotf:
