After a frustrating but fun April hunt at Workin’ Man’s Guide Service in Southeastern Ohio, my brother-in-law Pibweir and I headed to Wisconsin for yet another exciting turkey hunt. It was about 7:00 pm when Pibweir left on a five hour drive from Jamestown, ND to my home in Eagan, MN. Pibweir rolled into my driveway at around midnight, we threw his gear into my vehicle, then jumped into the jeep and immediately headed for Waupaca County, WI.
Although we had another four hour drive ahead of us I was excited and appreciative that Pibby had come all this way to film my 3 day hunt. When you have the passion for this awesome sport, you will go to great lengths to get the job done and not even think twice about it. We arrived at the cabin around 4:00 am with no stops and not a minute of sleep…….well for me anyway! Pibby nodded off several times on the last stretch of our drive, however if you ask him he fully denies it. I suppose he needed to get some sleep so he could effectively run the camera when the moment of truth was upon us. With one hour to spare before sunrise we immediately unloaded the jeep and got geared up before heading into the woods. There would be no time for sleep, after all we can sleep when the turkey season is over!
The set-up was simple, we were stationed in a ground blind on the Northwest corner of our clover field. I knew the turkeys had been working the field on a regular basis so I went in and set up the blind a few weeks prior to our hunt. This is a private piece of property, 40 acres in total owned by my family. On the east end of the property is the clover field which has a large amount of hardwoods surrounding it where the turkeys love to roost. By the time we set up our two hen decoys and got settled into the ground blind daylight was breaking and we were anticipating that the gobblers would soon be sounding off. I could just feel that the timing of our arrival was perfect!
After securing a diaphram call to the roof of my mouth, I began calling softly in hopes of making contact with any longbeards in the area. Initially it was very quiet and I was a little surprised, but I knew that they were around and it would only be a matter of time. After about 30 minutes, the gobblers started responding to my yelps and some light cutting. This was the start of what makes all the long hours on the road well worth it. Outside of a big bull elk bugling and literally raising the hair on the back of your neck, there’s nothing better than a big gobbler sounding off as it cuts off your calls. This was exactly what we had going on at the time and I could tell that they were on the ground and headed in our direction. It was about 6:00 am and there were a couple of gobblers behind us, one out in front of us and a couple more just off our right shoulder to the Northwest. They all were about 100 to 200 yards away but all I needed was one of these big boys to close the distance and this hunt would be over. But as hunting goes they quit gobbling and all of a sudden it seemed as though there wasn’t a bird within 60 miles of us. We wanted to pick up and go after them, but with only 40 acres to hunt on that was not an option.
So, we sat there and waited. Then it happened……I dozed off! Yes, I dozed off! Pibby however, was awake and watching. He decided to grab my Primos Spring Hen call and hit it a couple of times. Immediately a gobbler sounded off at only 40 yards behind us and off our right shoulder. I think I almost jumped through the top of the ground blind and on the way down I grabbed my gun and shooting stick and was immediately into shooting position. Pibby smiled and said he had never seen me move so fast. The gobbler made his way around behind our blind with one of his other peers. After circling around us one of the longbeards finally decided to come into the clover field in front of us at about 35 yards. The other gobbler must have decided to go on and we never saw him again. However, we had the one we wanted in our sights. He was behind a small knoll in the field so initially we couldn’t get a good shot at him. He knew our hen decoys were out in the field but made no attempt to close the distance on them. Moving from right to left, he made his way over the knoll and then everything opened up for me to take the shot, but Pibweir was telling me not to shoot yet. It turns out the decoys were blocking his view of the bird. Once the bird came out from behind the decoys, I got the green light and the gobbler was mine!
My shot was right on and the bird went right down! It all happened so fast. The total time in the field was just about three hours and we were done. But, it is those three hours that I will remember forever. Thanks for the memories Pibby! Great job on the camera work. Praise God for another great hunt. Our God truly is an awesome God! It was my first Tom ever and it sure is a trophy to me!
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