This am I went to a grouse hunting area where I have also seen turkeys. It is a public lands place and gets a lot of pressure sometimes, but I thought this particular spot might be okay during the week. Right before daylight I watched the full moon sink in the west and was standing on an old roadbed when I heard a four wheeler coming u p the grade below me. When the other hunter saw me he turned around and left, and that was a break. Long story, told short,in 30 minutes I had a bird gobbling hard , but he was 6-800 feet straight up the mountain from me...but he was answering every call. Thunder started and the bird gobbled his brains out at that too...decided I better really get agressive on the calling as it was going to pour rain and I could not stay through the whole am. In a few minutes of intensive jubilee-type calling he as still in the same spot. I made a special call I use sometimes( in desperation) and , guess what, another bird answered to my left and on my level. Now the game was really on, as the bird above me started coming downhill and gobblin every step and the bird on my left was also coming fast...but as it turned out there were three birds o n the left and all came in at full strut to the little hen I had stuck in the road. I picked out the biggest and down he went at 20 yds. The rain came in sheets in another two minutes. I love those free gobbling mountain birds.
