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<blockquote data-quote="jlmustain" data-source="post: 3214411" data-attributes="member: 12917"><p>Left the office at lunch and headed to a WMA. I had no luck at all this morning, but as I was heading to the office, the sun started shining. I've never killed a turkey, but I study the heck out of anything I do, and from what I could tell, turkeys like sunshine. I couldn't get that off my brain, so when the lines started filling up in fast food drive-thrus, I headed to public land and decided to be as quiet, soft, and patient as I could. </p><p></p><p>I chose not to locate, but instead chose to listen, and within ten minutes of walking away from the truck, I heard a gobbler. I moved in, set up, and listened. Nothing. Sat there for 30 mins, but nothing. I moved closer, and he gobbled again. This time it sounded like he was moving away from me (and he was already pretty far off to begin with), so I didn't set up. I kept moving slowly until I got near the top of a ridge. I knew I had to be back at the office by 1:00, so I set up and told myself I wasn't going to move again until leaving time. Not long after that I heard the last gobble - still way off.</p><p></p><p>I threw the diaphragm in, then grabbed the pot to purr a little. Nothing. Purred more. Nothing. Soft yelping. Nothing. I wanted to move, but I'd told myself I wasn't going to. Something just felt right. I know it sounds goofy, but it was like I could imagine that he was coming even though he wasn't calling back. </p><p></p><p>I heard some rustling to the south, and there they were. I thought it was one, but it was two. They'd come in stealthily, and I instead of being all worked up like I thought I'd be, I was calmly proud that my first bird was going to be a basically-silent public land bird. I lined my bead up, and the rest is history.</p><p></p><p>I listened to y'all. I read all I could. I went to seminars and such at the convention, and watched all the turkey hunting I could. I know he's a jake (dull, 3/4" spurs), and I know his beard isn't very long 6-7", but I'm proud either way. </p><p></p><p>First bird: down</p><p></p><p><img src="http://i1336.photobucket.com/albums/o658/jkmustain/EAFA25C0-ABE3-440F-84F4-06C055BE3CF8-11465-00000504A80F3F12_zps3766e731.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jlmustain, post: 3214411, member: 12917"] Left the office at lunch and headed to a WMA. I had no luck at all this morning, but as I was heading to the office, the sun started shining. I've never killed a turkey, but I study the heck out of anything I do, and from what I could tell, turkeys like sunshine. I couldn't get that off my brain, so when the lines started filling up in fast food drive-thrus, I headed to public land and decided to be as quiet, soft, and patient as I could. I chose not to locate, but instead chose to listen, and within ten minutes of walking away from the truck, I heard a gobbler. I moved in, set up, and listened. Nothing. Sat there for 30 mins, but nothing. I moved closer, and he gobbled again. This time it sounded like he was moving away from me (and he was already pretty far off to begin with), so I didn't set up. I kept moving slowly until I got near the top of a ridge. I knew I had to be back at the office by 1:00, so I set up and told myself I wasn't going to move again until leaving time. Not long after that I heard the last gobble - still way off. I threw the diaphragm in, then grabbed the pot to purr a little. Nothing. Purred more. Nothing. Soft yelping. Nothing. I wanted to move, but I'd told myself I wasn't going to. Something just felt right. I know it sounds goofy, but it was like I could imagine that he was coming even though he wasn't calling back. I heard some rustling to the south, and there they were. I thought it was one, but it was two. They'd come in stealthily, and I instead of being all worked up like I thought I'd be, I was calmly proud that my first bird was going to be a basically-silent public land bird. I lined my bead up, and the rest is history. I listened to y'all. I read all I could. I went to seminars and such at the convention, and watched all the turkey hunting I could. I know he's a jake (dull, 3/4" spurs), and I know his beard isn't very long 6-7", but I'm proud either way. First bird: down [img]http://i1336.photobucket.com/albums/o658/jkmustain/EAFA25C0-ABE3-440F-84F4-06C055BE3CF8-11465-00000504A80F3F12_zps3766e731.jpg[/img] [/QUOTE]
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