Got dang I think I’ve got the smartest turkeys this side of the Mississippi on my places to hunt. I’ve hunted a total of 11 mornings and finally got my first bird of the season this morning. I’m pretty sure I’ve hunted these turkeys like 6 of the 11 mornings. They came in silent one morning when I called in three Jake’s hammering. I didn’t want to shoot one like that. They saw me, putted, and walked away. Another morning I snuck in too close to them already on the ground and they saw me as I was sitting down at the tree, putted and ran away. This friggin morning takes the cake. They were roosted where they always roost, in creek bottoms. I got set up probably 150-200 yards from them on roost. They are hammering one there own as I get set up. One was gobbling more than the other. When it was good and light, I start calling. They are hammering. I can’t tell if they are on the ground or still in the tree with our rolling hills. After like 20 minutes, I hear wings and look up and a turkey comes flying in like a buzzard from down the bottoms towards me and I think it lands on the ground. I can’t tell because the ground slopes off like 50 yards in front of me. After about a minute or two of silence he hammers. He is right there. He is drumming like hell and he is loud, like I don’t know why I can’t see him loud. I call sparingly and he hammers each time and on his own. After about 15 more minutes, I hear more wings but don’t see anything. Next time I call 2 gobble! They are right there in front of me, I don’t know why I can’t see them. About 30 more minutes go by and I hear wings, look up and a turkey flies over me from a perched position to the tree right behind me. He starts drumming. I’m like wtf???? I sit still like five more minutes and I hear wings, look up, and a big ass gobbler glides down to about 30 yards and I smoke him. The other bird in the tree above me flies off. I fucking called in 2 gobblers flying from tree to tree to get to me. What the fuckkkkk!!!! Dead at 7:35am.
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