Scotty
Elite Refuge Member
Well, I’m sitting here at Cracker Barrel heading home from my two week trip away.
It’s been nice. Lots of gobbling, lots of walking, and fun. I found a gobbling bird last Friday evening, and got beat to the spot. Went elsewhere and struck out- after having a guy walk between me and my bird. I don’t think he knew I was there and promptly waved and got out of there fast.
Monday I went way up this hill where I found an absolute ton of scratching. Got a mile from the truck, after crossing a boulder filled bottom, across a creek, up a fairly steep hill in the dark and an hour early- nothing. Nada. Zilch. No gobbling. Hunted a bit, came down the hill and went to where I was Saturday, walking in a damn bird gobbles. I sit down call him up only to have a unknown fence cause him to get 90 degrees to my right as I hung off of this tree- busted.
So I decided to go and catch trout- oh btw, I was skunked Saturday afternoon on stocked Brookies. Ended up catching 18 brook and rainbow trout on the fly Monday- things are looking up.
Tuesday, woke up at the ungodly hour of 530 am- 40 minutes past gobble time- oops. Decided to go to a new spot. A flat area with fields. Walked a mile back into it, found gobbler tracks and decided to sit down and call. Bam. A bird hammers back. No way, right? After 15 minutes there he is and a charge of # 9 shot flattened him at about 48 across a creek.
Elation.
Wednesday found me battling with birds that I feel were Jakes with how they acted. But it was action packed. No gobbling Thursday but I found a hole and caught 19 more rainbows and one nice brown trout. Plus several fall fish and two huge suckers.
Great trip. 4 birds fell on my trip. Md, NJ, Ma.
It’s been nice. Lots of gobbling, lots of walking, and fun. I found a gobbling bird last Friday evening, and got beat to the spot. Went elsewhere and struck out- after having a guy walk between me and my bird. I don’t think he knew I was there and promptly waved and got out of there fast.
Monday I went way up this hill where I found an absolute ton of scratching. Got a mile from the truck, after crossing a boulder filled bottom, across a creek, up a fairly steep hill in the dark and an hour early- nothing. Nada. Zilch. No gobbling. Hunted a bit, came down the hill and went to where I was Saturday, walking in a damn bird gobbles. I sit down call him up only to have a unknown fence cause him to get 90 degrees to my right as I hung off of this tree- busted.
So I decided to go and catch trout- oh btw, I was skunked Saturday afternoon on stocked Brookies. Ended up catching 18 brook and rainbow trout on the fly Monday- things are looking up.
Tuesday, woke up at the ungodly hour of 530 am- 40 minutes past gobble time- oops. Decided to go to a new spot. A flat area with fields. Walked a mile back into it, found gobbler tracks and decided to sit down and call. Bam. A bird hammers back. No way, right? After 15 minutes there he is and a charge of # 9 shot flattened him at about 48 across a creek.
Elation.
Wednesday found me battling with birds that I feel were Jakes with how they acted. But it was action packed. No gobbling Thursday but I found a hole and caught 19 more rainbows and one nice brown trout. Plus several fall fish and two huge suckers.
Great trip. 4 birds fell on my trip. Md, NJ, Ma.
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