Mason and I headed to the turkey woods last Saturday. The Alabama Department of Natural Resources allows youth hunters a head start to the season which officially began on March 15. We had high expectations as we drove to Ballplay, Alabama.
We heard not a peep during the flydown moments of the morning. Our decoys looked pretty realistic in the morning mist and the sounds of spring were in full swing with every kind of bird except the one bird we were looking for.
About 8:30 we walked to a new area hoping to hear a gobbler "sound off". Our path was blocked due to excessive rains that caused flooding on this piece of property. I joked, "With our luck we will hear a Tom on the other side and we can't get to him."
Mason and I, along with our hunting partner Mark, turned to look elsewhere when I stopped after hearing a "gaaarroooble" which neither of them heard. (I do have super-human hearing.) Momentarily, I thought I was losing my mind and hearing things when finally we all heard the hair-raising sound of a tom on the search of love. I called to him several times and each time he answered with great interest.
Knowing it was highly unlikely that he would take flight and cross the water, we reluctantly decided to back off and set up our decoys in a nearby field and see if by some miracle the bird would come looking. Mason was well hidden as I called and called. I'll bet the bird gobbled fifteen times before incredibly he took flight and landed on our side of the water. He sounded like a crashing helicopter and I whispered, "He's coming Mason, get ready."
In a matter of minutes we saw his white head peeping up and looking down at our setup. I smiled and said to myself, "Mason is going to kill this bird." The next fifteen minutes were both exciting and frustrating. He would not come one step beyond 100 yards. We could see him, he could see the decoys, but something was not right. He circled, strutting and looking, and moved to our right for about 150 yards. Before he disappeared, I cut loosed with some more yelps but he continued on his leary way. He wanted to join the decoys, but instead he stayed safely out of danger.
In my mind I knew exactly what was happening. I have three decoys:two hens and a jake. I have killed many turkeys with this setup but that day I modified my strategy by adding a "Killer B" tom decoy by Primos. The minute our "would-be" trophy laid eyes on him, he wanted nothing to do with any of us. That's why he walked all the way around, cautiously evaluating the size of my decoy. I was sick.
I encouraged Mason in his patience and made a turkey-hunting note to myself. "Don't set up a dominate decoy this early in the season." "Or better yet, throw the thing in the garbage." We are headed back to try to find this bird again on Saturday.
"Turkey hunting is more about the hunt than killing turkeys. Turkey hunting is more about my sons than hunting."
"Thank you God for the time I spent with Mason on Saturday. Thank you for letting us enjoy your creation and listening to the sounds of that gobbler. If I doesn't matter to you, God, give us another opportunity to go again and maybe even kill a tom. Either way I still love you." Amen