They had about a mile walk and headed out a little late. As they made their way to their waiting spot, the sun was starting pretty well up. As they eased toward their destination, they heard several Toms across the road. Unfortunately, where they didn’t have permission to hunt, they were gobbling their heads off.
They made their way to the corner of a large patch of woods and a winter wheat field. This was their planned stop to listen for gobbles. They watched as a raccoon made his way back home. While standing there and listening Vince decided to give a little scratch on his slate call, a faint gobble returned from a tom way off in the distance, too far off to even consider trying to chase.
Ol’ stompin’ hill
After the sun was full, Vince suggest to Tori that they head over to the hill were he had called in the first Tom he ever shot on his my own. It was a nice patch of woods with plenty of trees but not a lot of underbrush, perfect for turkeys. They took their time finding the right location and setting out the decoys. Vince told Tori the direction he thought the birds would come from and she set herself up for the hunt.
Light ’em up
Vince started out calling softly with his slate call. After about 15 minutes, he cranked it up a tad bit, again nothing. Undaunted he pulled out his Quaker Boy box call and lit up the woods. Off in the distance, probably 300 yards or so, a Tom answered back. Vince told Tori that the gobbler had heard them and they would try to bring him in.
Vince waited a little while and scratched his slate call. The Tom hammered back. He had cut the distance in half. Vince hit the call again, now even closer, he couldn’t have been 75 yards out!