The only reason this ground was not hunted more was the Fort Calhoun location was closer to home. The farm north of Tekamah held more turkeys and deer. Crop land surrounded the land, but it was exclusive for hunting by the owner and his select friends. The land held an abundance of really big toms and the jakes were very very plentiful.
|I set up right along a fence line that is not visible at the bottom of the picture. You can see the type of terrain with woods on each side of a narrow valley. The birds traversed this area from one side to the other.|
I got to the farm just before daylight and set up the decoys in a valley that opened up to a pasture. Timber was on each side and the valley opened up wider to the east. It ran east and west. The activity was brisk and hens were clucking and the toms were starting to gobble as it slowly became light.
The Double Bull Blind was pushed tightly back into the timber. As the dawn began to peek into the valley, the noise became louder. There must have been eight to ten toms gobbling away. Grabbing my slate call, I gave some yelps and then a constant flow of cluck and purrs. Straight across from me came a tom. Off to my right a jake appeared, looked at the decoys, then decided to move on. He was right in range and would have been a 15 yard shot. The name of the game on that day was Big Tom.
By 8 AM it grew quiet. Then it started up again around 9:30. The toms were everywhere in the timber. It was just impossible to count the number of locations that were heard. The yelps from my slate call would help identify my location. More jakes came by, but they were given the opportunity to live another day. I guessed that the toms would come within about 15 yards from me, judging by the noise. Hwever, they did not finish. Something was wrong.
When it got quiet, the decoys were re-positioned and the same thing happened again. Close, but they did not finish. Around noon I took a break and decided to come back late in the afternoon. It was a beautiful day for a nap in the woods after lunch. It couldn’t get any better than that.
Around 3 PM everything was re-located and the waiting started. It did not take long before more toms were heard gobbling behind and in front of me. More jakes came by and they, like the first groups, were given a pass. How much generosity can a man have? The toms would just not come out of the timber and stopped just short of my location. I never saw one. It was only by sound that their location was identified.
|The tent is to the left and the decoys are spread out in front. This is looking west. As the sun moved lower it put the tent in the shadows and also made the decoys stand out. Right at that time, I was ready to tell Pretty Boy he was fired.