Great morning on the front range, only lacked killing a turkey. Left my house at 3:15, hiked in 4 miles before first light and enjoyed a break in the wind and the sound of the woods waking up. No luck at my first spot, and got to my plan B spot by about 8 am.
I let off some yelps on the edge of a clearing, and immediately got a gobble in response. I crawled forward a bit and set up to call some more, but gobbles were joined by hens yelping back at me. The exchange lasted almost an hour or so, with the turkeys within 75 yards, but lazily drifting away from me. I think there were 2 toms, and probably got about 30 gobbles, but they were clearly being drawn away by real hens. I tracked them for a mile or so but couldn't never get another gobble once they had moved away. Circled back in the hopes that they would as well, but nada.
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Definitely learned a bit more about the movements of this small mountain merriams flock that I have been hunting for 4 years. Chasing turkeys at 9k ft in the timber can be extremely frustrating and often pretty slow, but this morning's interaction was definitely one of the days that make the slow ones worth it, even if I didn't get a shot. Hoping to get back in there tomorrow morning, but the 30-40 mph wind forecast doesn't look great.
Also, I can't stop finding things I'm not allowed to touch.
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