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Calling in a springtime turkey is a deceitful ploy. The hunter mimics the sounds of a hen in hopes of luring a tom into range. When the curiosity of the gobbler gets the best of him, the result can be an adrenaline filled hunt and meat on the table. There are three “types” I play in the turkey woods: The Copy Cat, The Drunk Chick, and the Shy Librarian. Deploy these tactics on your next turkey hunt to increase your chances of filling a tag.
Afternoon Delight
Wind gusts topped 20 mph. I settled in next to the tree that would be my backrest for the foreseeable future thinking “there is no way a turkey is going to hear my call.” I overcame my doubts by whispering “stick to the plan, this has worked before.” My watch read 3:35 p.m. and I let out a few basic yelps from my mouth diaphragm.
Something You Have to Try This Turkey Season: Reap a Wild One
Half way across the river water rose above my belly button. I had never turkey hunted in chest waders, however I was glad Rod talked me into going home and grabbing them. My original plan was to cross in muck boots, and that would have ended badly. For now I was dry and heading to the opposite bank…bow in one hand and my reaping decoy in the other.