Published by bigbearsarchery on 04 May 2008 at 04:58 pm
Turkey season is fast approaching here in Pennsylvania. As I sit here and go over in my head all the things I need to do to get ready for it I can’t help but recall the experiences of my first turkey hunt.
It wasn’t that long ago, just a couple of years in fact. My friends, Mark and Justin Nagy, called me one day and asked if I was interested in going to Oklahoma on a hunt for Rio Grande turkeys. I’d hunted all of my life since I turned the legal age but only for whitetail and black bears, never turkey. I had some money saved up and the idea of going on a hunt with my friends was exciting so I quickly accepted their invitation.
Now when the situation calls for it I will hunt with a gun but I am first and foremost a bowhunter. So naturally that was the method I chose to use on my turkey hunt. I didn’t even take a gun. My effective range with a bow is 50 yards and I felt confident that if I could get a turkey within that range I would have no problem making the shot.
Finally the day of the hunt arrived and as our plane landed in Oklahoma City we were greeted by 50 mph winds with gusts that approached 60 mph. It was mid-afternoon by the time we met our outfitter and bought our licenses. The wind had picked up even more force by this time, so much that when we put one of our rental cars in neutral it began to slowly blow it down the outfitters driveway. We decided to wait it out at our guide’s house in the hope that the wind would stop and we could still salvage some of the afternoon. Around five o’clock the weather calmed down enough to go hunting and we figured if nothing else we could roost some birds for the morning hunt.
The next morning dawned about as perfect morning as you could ask for. Moderate temperatures, clear skies, and no winds greeted us as the sun crept over the horizon. From the ground blind we had constructed the night before, Justin and I could see the dark outlines of the turkeys still on their perch. As the sun climbed higher a few of the birds began to gobble from the roost. Not long after the sound of wings drifted across the field as the birds left their trees and headed our direction, just as we had planned.
Justin began to call softly and the morning calm was rocked by thunderous gobbles from every direction. Justin and I looked at each other, the same thought on both our minds. There were a lot more turkeys here than the ones we had roosted the previous evening. I could see the tips of their fans, glowing gold in the western sun, moving closer just above the tall grass. As I clipped my release on the string I was sure the birds could here my heart thumping in my chest. Justin whispered, “Get ready” and I came to full draw, waiting for one of the long beards to come strutting into our decoys.
For what seemed like hours I remained motionless, sweat running down and stinging my eyes. My arm was beginning to quiver when I heard Justin whisper, “Let down.”
As I did I looked and saw the birds walking into the brush a few hundred yards to our left. Within a few moments the turkeys were out of view and Justin and I were left alone in the field.
“What happened?” I asked, turning to look at Justin.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “They just walked off. They didn’t spook. They just left.”
We caught the occasional glimpse of them, several hundred yards away now, as they paralleled the river on the other side of the brush line. We tried calling the birds back to us but they would have no part of it.
After a while Justin suggested we move further south along the river. For the next two hours we walked and called, quickly setting up whenever we got a response. The only reward we got for our efforts was a nice leisurely stroll through some beautiful Oklahoma country. We decided to return to our early morning spot and construct a ground blind along the southeastern edge of the field in the hopes of catching the birds as they returned that evening to roost.
Once we finished our blind we decided to return to the truck for some lunch. As we began crossing the field we saw the turkeys from that morning still milling about beside the river. As quickly as we could without spooking the birds we moved to within a hundred and fifty yards and began calling. We got an immediate response and the birds moved back into the field. But just as had happened that morning they refused to come within range. I had reached my breaking point and decided to put a stalk on the birds. I’m sure I don’t need to tell anyone how amazingly ineffective and stupid this was.
Justin stayed where he was and continued to calling I moved back into the woods and crept along the brush on the opposite side of the turkeys, I closed to within sixty yards but had reached an opening in the brush. I waited until I thought all the birds had moved out of sight and then crossed the opening. It might have been a successful maneuver had it not been for the ten birds I hadn’t seen right on the other side of the brush. A series of alarm putts and those ten birds along with the twenty or so I had been following shot across the field as fast as they could go.
I stood up as my query moved further and further away. It was at this moment turkeys burst out from every direction I could see. There were literally hundreds of birds running or flying in every direction. One turkey paused long enough for me to get a shot off but I was so worked up at this point that I’m not sure I even aimed. I watched helpless as my arrow landed, stuck in the dirt five yards short of its target. That was it the birds were gone. I know what all of you are thinking, I’m an idiot. Well, you’re right, I am. Over the next day and a half I saw some hens but no gobblers.
Finally, on the evening of the last day of our hunt I borrowed a Mossberg .12 gauge in a last ditch effort. Thirty minutes before dark fate smiled on me and I took a nice gobbler at twelve yards. The bird weighed out at 21lbs with an 8” beard and 1 ¼” spurs.
Taking my tom was obviously the highlight of my hunt, but it was my newfound respect for turkeys as a game animal and the hard lessons I learned that will stick with me always.
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