Mike Petro Jr. had taken a week of vacation off just to turkey hunt and was looking forward to it, but when the season opened, he soon found out that the birds were not gobbling and coming in to the calls as easy as he had hoped they would.
Time running out
It was Friday morning, his last day of vacation, when he got out of bed at 5 a.m. and made his plan for the morning hunt. The weather was around 50 degrees and supposed to be a decent morning before rain in afternoon. He decided he was going to go sit by a cut corn field where he had noticed 2 gobblers strutting two mornings before and see if they might return.
Mike was set up by 5:30 sitting about 40 yards in the woods off the field facing into the woods where the turkeys usually roost. About 6:00 Mike heard 2 birds gobbling, but they weren’t in the neck of woods he was in as he had anticipated. They were on the other side of the field and across the road about a half-mile west of his setup. They gobbled about 15 times but by 6:15, they shut up and the woods went silent.
Oh, great, now what? Mike decided to throw a few soft yelps out and see if anything would answer… nothing. What the heck, I’ll just sit quietly and patiently let mother nature take her course, he thought.
Mike was daydreaming when at 7, he was snapped back to reality by the roar of a GOBBLE! He wasn’t expecting that and was very surprised, considering how close it sounded, probably only 100 yards away. Then, it gobbled again, but he wasn’t sure which direction it was coming from. He grabbed his Ol Betsy slate call and yelped. He answered back, game on!