John's Journal... Entry 246, Day 1
THE GREAT MISSOURI GOBBLERS
I Love Missouri Toms
Editor's Note: I've hunted wild turkeys in more than 30 states, and one of my favorite places in the world to hunt longbeards is in Missouri. This week I'll tell you why I love Missouri, and how Missouri humbled me. I assure you, if you'll come back each day this week, you'll want to be buying your own ticket to go hunt with Brad Harris, the Product-Development Manager for Field Line Calls in Missouri.
Brad Harris is one of my favorite people to hunt with, and the first time I ever went to Missouri to hunt with Harris, I had several stories on assignment to write. One of the stories was titled, "Pre-Season Scouting for Turkeys." I had planned to go out a day early and scout with Harris to try to find gobblers to hunt, just as I would in my home state of Alabama. So, on the first morning of the hunt, just before first light, Harris and I went to the property we were to hunt and stood at the gate at the entrance of the property. "We should hear some birds gobbling from here," Harris said.
I thought, "If we hear one to three turkeys, I'll have a great story, because then we can determine where the turkeys are located, and what is the best route to take to get to them the next morning. We can listen to them fly down, and then use crow calls, owl calls and hawk calls to keep up with them during the day and learn where the birds go. Then we can hunt them the next day. Just before first light I heard the first turkey gobble. Then to my surprise, turkeys began to gobble from every hilltop within earshot. The sounds of the turkeys gobbling were like the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore, one right after the other in a never-ending stream of continuous gobbles. I never had heard so many turkeys gobble at the same time in all my life. As soon as I could no longer hear turkeys gobbling in the distance, a turkey close-by would start the chorus again.
Like spectators at a football game stand up and raise their hands in the air creating "the wave," continuous sounds of turkeys gobbling went on and on and on. My jaw dropped. My eyes got wide, and I looked at Harris and said, "There must be 1,000 turkeys on this property, and all of them are gobblers. The only place I've heard any more gobbling is when I was in Texas listening between two roost trees as hundreds of Rio Grande Gobblers talked to each other back and forth." Harris laughed, and we kept listening to turkeys until there was enough light to see. Then Harris said, "Are you ready to go scouting?" I laughed and said, "Scouting for what? There are so many turkeys on this land I think we will trip over them."
Harris laughed, and we walked the property, not scouting
for a turkey, but scouting for groups of gobblers that we would hunt the
following morning. Three of the reasons I like to hunt the Missouri turkeys
are these toms:
TOMORROW: THE DAY I LEARNED HUMILITY