Who hunts turkeys on a cold and windy afternoon anyway? Well, this guy does. Not because I know something that you don’t, it just happened to be the only day I could hunt. Conditions weren’t favorable, in fact they were just short of me saying “why even bother.“ But instead of coming up with excuses about how cold and windy it was, I decided to head to the woods in Columbia County in hopes of finding a gobbler. With many hunts, there’s usually an element of skill, luck and being in the right place at the right time. This hunt was no different.
Turkeys Near the Blind
My father, a family friend and I were on our way to the blind when I spotted eight turkeys, including two toms, sitting about 25 yards in front of my blind. We saw them, and of course, they saw us. It didn’t take long before they were long gone. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s great to see birds but I prefer to already be in the blind.
The Waiting Game
Although we were spotted, it was good to know that turkeys were in the area. I was excited and had a feeling that we might see those birds again. My father and I sat in our blind while our hunting partner sat farther into the woods and called for us. We sat for an hour without seeing or hearing any birds. At about that moment we heard what every turkey hunter wants to hear, the gobble. Now for those that don’t know the significance of a gobble, it’s basically the main vocalization of male turkeys and is used primarily in the spring to let hens know he is in the area. When you hear a gobble, things get serious.
Within 20 minutes I spotted a few turkeys walking through the woods to my left. One problem though, they were headed to an area directly behind my blind. I sat quietly and hoped one would head out towards our decoy in the field. I waited, and waited some more when out of nowhere another gobble from directly behind me. I slowly turned around and there were three toms 10 yards away.
By the time I got completely situated and the safety off, the birds had made their way down into a ravine and I no longer had a shot. Hopeful that they would eventually turn west and head towards our caller, I watched and patiently waited. The first two turkeys kept moving farther away and I started to realize that the third turkey was my only hope. I watched this bird make his way through the brush and into a clearing about 35 yards away. I had a clean shot, I took it and before long I realized that this was another successful turkey hunt.
You Just Never Know
The temperature hovered around 40 degrees, the winds were at 20 mph with gusts up to 33 mph and it was an afternoon hunt. Sounds like ideal turkey hunting conditions right? This hunt defied all common sense but proved that you just never know when you’re out in the woods. So the next time you’re thinking the conditions aren’t right, just remember that you truly never know.