Birds were fired up at the farm this morning. I hit the hoot owl call at 5:20, nothing. 5:30, nothing. 5:40, nothing. I was down in our big bottom field, so I knew I was in hear shot of something. At 5:50 I put in a mouth call and lit the world on fire. Sure enough, there were multiple birds roosted on the point above the far end of the field. I set up below them and enjoyed the show. They must have gobbled 200+ times and I could see them on the branches preening and gathering up the nerve to pitch. When dad bought the farm, we owned the ridge top field. However part of the deal was that we would sell that field to the neighboring farmer who had always leased it. If we still owned that field, I'd kill a bird by 7AM on opening day every year. All 5 birds pitched in to that field and started covering ground at a rapid pace. My first attempt to cut them off left me in shock at how fast they were moving, so I literally ran through the woods 500 yards so I could button hook them. I was able to get within 30 yards of the biggest bird, but it was too brushy to shoot. By 7 they had worked back in to that field, so I left to make it to work for our weekly conference call.
I'll be back Wednesday morning. If they roost in the same spot, I'll head straight to our oak flat and wait on them...