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10/12/97
by Dan Small
Hunting
turkeys in fall ought to be easy, right? Drive by almost any hayfield
in turkey country and you'll see big flocks of them out cleaning up
the last of the grasshoppers. Bowhunters claim they walk under their
treestands all the time. These groups are mostly young birds - one or
more broods, shepherded by an old hen or two. The classic approach is
to locate a roosted flock before daylight or surprise them when
they're feeding in fields or woods. Shout and clap your hands a few
times and they'll scatter in different directions. Then you hunker
down and start calling like a lost youngster. In theory, they come
right in, talking to each other all the way, since they've never been
alone in the Big Woods. Pick out the one you want and pop it. That
technique works - some of the time, but it's hard to compete with
Mom's voice, and she often succeeds in calling the brood back
together out of gun range. Still, you will occasionally bag a bird
this way. Make a serious effort to hunt adult toms in fall, however,
and you'll waste some gorgeous fall days chasing frustration.
On a spring hunt, you go one-on-one with a
gobbling tom, attempting to convince him you're the sweetest Jenny in
the valley. In spring, gobblers have so much testosterone fanning
their fire that sooner or later, even a mediocre caller like me will
bring one close enough to shoot. In fall, though, Tom has no interest
in Jenny at all. Wouldn't fall in love if she dragged her
tailfeathers right under his beak. In fall, toms wander around
together and fill their crops with acorns, waste grain and bugs.
Their only conversation consists of an occasional yelp-yelp-yelp or a
cluck or two. They don't care much where they're going or when they
get there, as long as there's something to eat, and if you do manage
to bust up a gobbler flock, they're in no hurry to get back
together.
And so it was that I spent most of last
week first scouting, then hunting, in hopes of bagging a tom. To
further complicate matters, we tried to tape the hunt for
Outdoor
Wisconsin. I enlisted
the help of expert turkey caller Randy Christensen, who manages the
archery department at Gander Mountain in Wilmot. Randy and two camera
crews and I set up blinds, roosted birds, busted flocks and sat and
sat and sat. We saw plenty of birds, but could not get them to go
where we wanted them to. The biggest slap in the face came when our
camera broke down as we were wrapping up a morning hunt. We headed
for town and lunch, and there were eight big toms casually feeding in
a hayfield next to the woods we had been hunting!
Outdoor writer John Wallace, whose 19.25-pound
tom held the state record when turkeys were first introduced in the
Necedah area back in the 1960s, shared some advice when I told him
the troubles we had been having. "I've come to the conclusion the
only way to hunt turkeys in the fall," Wallace said, "is to guess
where they're going and get in their way." Stay tuned as we keep
trying!
One incident last week reminded me just how
important it is to keep safety in mind while turkey hunting. When
scouting one afternoon after the camera crew left, Randy and I had
separated in a small wood lot. I came looking for him and saw what I
momentarily took for a turkey's head bobbing back and forth. It was
Randy's arm, beckoning me to come toward him! At first I had seen
only his moving arm, as his camouflage blended perfectly with the
tree he was sitting next to. I wasn't carrying a gun, but in that
brief moment, I realized how easily an overeager hunter might have
shot his partner.
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