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My sister, brother-in-law, my wife and I went turkey hunting in Southern Utah this weekend. As we always do when we get together, we had a ball. There were turkeys around, but they were pretty quiet and they didn’t much to do with our calling; that is, they didn’t want much to do with the guy’s calling. One of the evenings the two ladies went out together to see if they could find a turkey. About an hour before sunset they came driving back into camp. When they drove up we were just about to head out to try to put some turkeys to bed for the night so we would be ready for the morning hunt.
We asked them what was up and they said that they had already put them to bed. “Huh?” Yeah, put one to bed in the back of the truck! Turns out that they just went about a half mile up the road and saw a couple of toms displaying for some hens off in a meadow. When they drove by the hens moved off, but the toms stayed around. The girls drove on up the road and snuck back to the edge of the meadow and started yelping on a slate call. (We showed them how to use it about 10 minute before leaving camp.)
The toms fired right up and came in. At one point the birds got a little nervous, slicked down and started to move off, but a purr and a yelp turned them right around and brought them back in to within gun range. Unfortunately the ladies were sitting about 20 yards apart and there was only one tom within shotgun range, but that tom was a dandy. He had a 10″ beard and spurs over an inch long.
They great thing was that where the guys couldn’t call a tom in to save our souls, the ladies pulled one within range with all the finesse of a coy hen. Congratulations, ladies!
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