Didn't hear a thing on the roost this morning. Was in about a mile when I heard one off in the distance. I headed that direction, it was the direction I was going anyway. When I got to where I figure he was I called and he answered from a few hundred yards away. I set up and called to him a few times. He never gobbled unless I called aggressively to him and never came any closer. I figured he had hens and headed in deeper.
At just over three miles one answered. He gobbled twice but I couldn't figure out where he was. I set up and called but never heard him again. I turned around and started back out.
At about 10:30 one answered from a location where I had killed one several years ago. I set up and called to him. He answered then went silent. I figured that was a good sign and he was on the move. The next time he gobbled he had moved about a hundred yards and was on the opposite side of the game lands road. He must have crossed out too far for me to see him. He then went silent again even though I called to him a couple times. Ok, good he is on the move again. I expect to see him come out to a gas well road intersection in front of me any minute. Fifteen minutes pass before he gobbles again and he seems to be in the same place as last time.
I decide to move up to the intersection and set up where I can see the gas well I expect him to come and strut on. Heck he is already there when I get to the intersection. He is gone, running out the gas well road, as soon as he sees me.
I get back on the bike and start heading out. Stopping to call at the hot spots. Lots of mud on the road so I see gobbler tracks in the mud at several places there hadn't been any on my way in.
At just over half mile from the truck and twenty-five minutes to noon one answers. He is probably two hundred yards away. I set up and start aggressively working him. He answers every time I cut at him but not on soft clucks. I think he closed the distance a little but he was too slow about it. At noon I cut to him to see how close he is. He still had a ways to come so I figured I could pull out with him seeing me. Fifteen minutes later I was back at the truck in the game lands parking lot. While I was putting my gear in the truck one gobbled about a hundred yards out from the parking lot.
I'll head back out there in the morning. With it being Saturday though there will probably be other hunters.
It seems like there are some birds around there but the road was so muddy and rutted up it was very hard to bicycle. I had to walk the bike around some of the deepest water holes and ruts. Be a good place if it stops raining for a few days and things dry out a little.
Dick Bodenhorn