They always try to roost in the same place every evening where they are safe. You always see them during deer season and duck season but when turkey season comes in you do not really see them at all. They know they are getting pressured. They are educated from other hunters shooting at
Tom almost fell off the windowsill he was sitting on. None of the other turkeys or animals took him seriously. They laughed about it and then went about their business. Tom realized he had to get away from the farm, and fast! The next day the farmhands were loading a truck full of winter goods for the farmer’s market.
It was very confusing and we almost got lost on the way to the farm. We actually almost his a pack of deer as they walked across the road. Me and my dad were almost for sure that I had shot the same doe that we seen walking across the road on our way. The doe had the same markings and everything and when I shot my doe it was with the same number of deer as we seen it cross the road that morning. On the way to the farm I was able to catch up on a little sleep due to the fact that I had woken up at 4:30 in the morning which is too early for me but I guess that's what it takes.
She just relaxed and went with it. Because she didn’t have any problems the real world would present to a stupid person, she got to enjoy all of the benefits and none of the drawbacks. She remembered the time with a fond nostalgia. Walter, on the other hand, mostly felt freaked out. While he had his intelligence reduced, he enjoyed himself a great deal.
On public land, you may not get one CONCLUSION Public land hunters need to know where the birds roost, feed, strut and travel, and, most importantly, how they react to hunting pressure, Successful public land hunters have to work harder and smarter. Remember calling soft is seductive. Gobblers have excellent hearing and are able to hear even light calling at long distances. Hunting turkeys on public land will be full of fun if you carefully follow the above steps. Turkey hunting is not about making a show but taking the turkey
Deer Hunting As my Dad and I pulled in the driveway around 11am, my Uncle Jack was about to go out hunting in the stand that everyone has been getting deer in. I couldn’t pass that up as he asked, “Would you like to go out with me?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out since I already went out this morning and stayed up late last night. Before I knew it, my Dad was getting my gun ready and loaded. I then climbed in the Razor with thoughts going through my head like should I really go out with him and not dad later? All dad can thought about is me getting my first deer?
Again he ate my lunch then he trotted of very cocky. I was lucky the landowners gun had not landed in the puddle, it was perfectly fine. I could not think of another way to shoot this deer without him messing something up. Then it came to me, what if I used a camo ground blind? I went, set it up, then got it ready for the next morning.
My father and I were traveling in our truck from our house, tired from packing for our trip to our box blind in the woods. We were going hunting for a deer that morning at four A.M. We were nervous feeling the pressure of hunting in our stomachs. It was a cold morning nearly fifty-degrees outside, cold enough that I needed warm clothing. I felt cramped while riding with all of our gear in the cab with us, wishing I could get out and stretch my legs. Eventually I fell asleep, listening to music on my iPod wondering when we 'll reach our destination.
I have been keeping patrol for hunters and animals so I can survive another year of Thanksgiving without getting in there treacherous hands. Although some of my cousins have been taken and killed for these humans to feast on their flesh. I have dodged a couple attacks myself from hunters to save myself a few times. But Something had to be done about this terrible fate. We all came together to talk about the fate of the turkeys.
I awoke on the road beside my truck, right ear ringing as I propped myself up on my left elbow. Bo, Jim, and Bert were sitting around me in different states of recline. "What the heck was that about?" I yelled at Bo, realizing my mistake as the ringing increased to a high-pitched whine as I spoke. My right hand immediately cupped the offending area.