So this past weekend was going to be a make-or-break period for our Kansas turkey season. Four guys were in from Colorado and one from Texas. The challenge for me was that my wife had to go out of town and I was in charge of my charming, beautiful, seven month old daughter. She hasn’t yet mastered her turkey calling, or even standing.
But we couldn’t just sit at home, so I loaded up the exer-saucer, the blocks, Mr. Diraffe, and a big ol’ pile of baby food and headed to the cabin. Sunday morning The Old Man was guiding The Guest Texan in a field that is partially visible from the cabin. The Daughter and I were up around fly down time and I could hear gobbling where they should have been. We sat on the porch waiting for the sound of a shot. But nothing happened for two hours… The Daughter took a nap and I set up my video camera to catch a third tom that was now working its way towards them.
Now it seemed like they must be surrounded by toms. I slipped back out to the porch to listen… then nothing. The third tom left going back the way he came. I went back in and had some coffee. Then this group of jakes showed up:
They were maybe 10 yards away. Then 30 minutes later two toms showed up out the same window:
And as soon as they were clear of the window I ran to the living room to try and video them coming around the front, but I found that even more toms were coming:
They met up behind the fireplace and had a brief fight. In a few minutes they were all gone. In a couple of hours the hunters returned, skunked, again. I could have killed 8 toms, 4 jakes, a bobcat, and 2 coyotes from my bedroom window and they got up early, sat in the cold, and come home empty handed!
This actually isn’t the first time we’ve noticed that the turkeys must not be able to see in the window. Perhaps glass reflects enough to confuse them?
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