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re: Montana Turkey Trip IGT: Pics and Reports....Tagged Out!
Posted on 5/10/21 at 1:18 pm to No Colors
Posted on 5/10/21 at 1:18 pm to No Colors
We hunted public land. We used OnX a ton to find smaller pieces of public and to get access to private. Don’t be afraid to ask permission to hunt some of the private stuff. Smaller tracts are typically easier to get access to than larger tracts. Go sit down with area FWP agents. They will steer you in the right direction.
The birds to seem to be moving up out of the private.
The birds to seem to be moving up out of the private.
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Posted on 5/11/21 at 11:38 am to NWAtigerfan
Thanks for posting NC I’ve really enjoyed this thread. My experience with Merriam’s is they love to gobble back to your calls but hesitate to come in. This has been with mountain turkeys not sure about lower elevations.
Posted on 5/12/21 at 3:45 pm to NWAtigerfan
We have had some good luck in NW Montana. Nice weather. Plenty of birds. No other hunters around.
Yes they are moving up. We hunted one ranch where the owner said he had 12-15 gobblers in one pasture two weeks ago. And now there are only two. (Make that one because we clipped one).
Best story from the trip so far:
We roosted a turkey in this beautiful meadow. Between a creek and the base of a mountain. The mountain is steep. Like almost straight up, 1500 feet elevation change.
Anyhow we have this turkey roosted right at the base of the mountain, about 50 yards from the meadow. We get in early and set up across from him. Daylight comes and he's gobbling good. He pitches down into the meadow and he's about 150 yards. We have decoys but he's down in a little crease and he can't see our spread.
After a while a couple of hens come join him. It's not looking good for us. More hens start yelping and filtering out of the woods. We are yelping. Hens are yelping. He's gobbling. Lots of activity.
And then we can hear this strange sound. Like a jet engine. This roar. And it's getting louder. And I eventually look up, and there's a gobbler cupped like a mallard. In full descent. Terminal velocity. Falling straight down from the top of the mountain.
This bastard has to be going 50 miles an hour. He flies right by our tree and I get my head turned just in time to see him hit the ground about 30 feet behind us. He bounces 6 feet in the air, tumbles, and skids to a stop in a big pile of dust and feathers. I think he's dead.
He eventually stands up and shakes himself off. And gobbles! I'm on that side of the tree, and I'm so astonished that I never thought to shoot him.
He eventually circles around us and gets out into the pasture and fights the other gobbler. And they move off with the hens.
We come back yesterday afternoon and set up and one of the two comes back and gets shot. So one turkey on the board.
But "The Bomber" is one we'll never forget. Glad there were three of us there to witness it.
Yes they are moving up. We hunted one ranch where the owner said he had 12-15 gobblers in one pasture two weeks ago. And now there are only two. (Make that one because we clipped one).
Best story from the trip so far:
We roosted a turkey in this beautiful meadow. Between a creek and the base of a mountain. The mountain is steep. Like almost straight up, 1500 feet elevation change.
Anyhow we have this turkey roosted right at the base of the mountain, about 50 yards from the meadow. We get in early and set up across from him. Daylight comes and he's gobbling good. He pitches down into the meadow and he's about 150 yards. We have decoys but he's down in a little crease and he can't see our spread.
After a while a couple of hens come join him. It's not looking good for us. More hens start yelping and filtering out of the woods. We are yelping. Hens are yelping. He's gobbling. Lots of activity.
And then we can hear this strange sound. Like a jet engine. This roar. And it's getting louder. And I eventually look up, and there's a gobbler cupped like a mallard. In full descent. Terminal velocity. Falling straight down from the top of the mountain.
This bastard has to be going 50 miles an hour. He flies right by our tree and I get my head turned just in time to see him hit the ground about 30 feet behind us. He bounces 6 feet in the air, tumbles, and skids to a stop in a big pile of dust and feathers. I think he's dead.
He eventually stands up and shakes himself off. And gobbles! I'm on that side of the tree, and I'm so astonished that I never thought to shoot him.
He eventually circles around us and gets out into the pasture and fights the other gobbler. And they move off with the hens.
We come back yesterday afternoon and set up and one of the two comes back and gets shot. So one turkey on the board.
But "The Bomber" is one we'll never forget. Glad there were three of us there to witness it.
This post was edited on 5/12/21 at 3:50 pm
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