I love turkey hunting because you never know how a bird is going to react to calls or what else you might see along the way. Wished I'd done it much sooner but I mounted a camera to my gun for the spring of 2021. Didn't get much usable footage of either of my 2 toms in Pa and was done early, 2 hunts, 2 toms. Wasn't on the gun again till I headed to NY during the last week or so of their season. Heard a tom going a few mornings on public, set eyes on him one morning and had him well within range on another but drifted by me and never even saw him.
The morning things came together is why I like hunting them so much. I heard him on the roost in the same area over on private again, he seemed interested and came about halfway in (bout 200yds) but then took a U-turn and headed down in a big ravine with a stream in the bottom, last gobbled bout 7am from there. The tail end of that season was rather hot and I expect he headed there to stay cool. At any rate, I knew I couldn't get down in there without being seen so I decided to stay put. 8:30 came and I never heard him again and decided to take a walk along the top of that ravine. Halfway down he gobbled on his own not more then 100 to 125yds from me, right about where I last heard him at 7 and he had been there the whole time!
I found a spot to setup and started calling... but he did not answer and never silently appeared. Approaching 10am he finally gobbled again, heading up the hollow and right to a flat across from where I had been all morning previously. I snuck back up the hill and began a cat and mouse game back where I originally started, with him being about 80 to 100yds from me. In light of my previous workings of this bird with less calling and him walking away, this time I threw the kitchen sink at him. He ate everything up I gave him but didn't much budge by 10:50am. I then decided to tone the calling back down and acted like I was going away before going totally silent. After going totally silent, he kept gobbling another 60+ times until it finally broke him nearing 11:30am.
The next time he gobbled he was maybe 50yds away, but he had skirted below an opening and drifted to my right. He spent the next 20 some minutes gobbling between 30 and 50yds from in a blind spot, right where I had walked down and snuck back up the hill. I gave him some more coy hen talk round 11:50 and he drifted further to my right and avoided yet another nice opening. Thought he was going to keep on going and a shot was never going to happen. I could hear him dragging his wings in the leaves under 30yds away from me as he strutted further to my right but he came up over a slight rise instead and sauntered to 25yds where I gladly took my shot minutes before noon. He gobbled 146 times in the last 2 hours I worked him and was one of the most difficult toms I've taken but also one of the most rewarding. He was beat up a little from fighting but sported some great hooks and was quite heavy for the tail end of the season at 23.97lbs. Figure he must not have traveled very far all season to still be that heavy.
Got some nice video footage of a very preggo doe, jakes and a beared hen. Disregarded some deer I knew were behind one morning and almost didn't get any footage of piebald buck.
The 2022 season came and I tagged some more toms and captured some more memento's to celluloid, but the kind of footage I'm hoping to get and have witnessed so many times in the past of a tom has eluded me still, maybe this year it will happen
