Turkeys don’t acknowledge boundary lines. Their only concern is finding ideal habitat, wherever that may be.
The rains had come hard the previous week and the open-timber swamp where most of the gobblers were on the 470-acre tract I had access to was under water. The rest of the land was a grown-up clearcut with pines, briars and thick underbrush that had been growing for roughly five years.
Turkeys would walk the narrow logging roads, but they were hard to set up on and hunt. Gobblers were reluctant to walk right down the paths to a call. The odds weren’t looking good going into the first week of the season. In fact, they weren’t looking good for the entire season.
About 25 minutes away, my dad owned another tract. It was a mere 75 acres in size, half of which was a...