What a morning! My 9 year old grandson, Vishal Mellor, stayed overnight so we could get an early start on our morning turkey hunt. We didn’t get out there before sunrise, but arrived about 6:15 at Steep Hill Farm in Fayette. We walked a trail towards the roosting spot, and when we got close, V started calling with his hand held turkey box call.
He’s really good at this, and he got an answering gobble immediately. We figured the gobbler was with hens, and would be moving away from us, so we dashed up the hill and hid behind a stone wall overlooking a tote road. There was another stone wall on the other side of the road, with a forest behind it.
Every time V did his call, the gobbler answered. And he was coming towards us! But I thought he was still 100 yards down in the woods when V said, “Grampy, there he is!” And there he was, head poked up over the stonewall on the other side of the road, looking right at me.