Yute Season 2021

The Mooselette got a chance to get out and deal with the turkeys on Saturday. It wasn’t quite the show we had hoped for. The cold snap had made it a rather subdued affair, and every gobbler seemed to be henned up. However, honorable Number One Granddaughter was able to get a gobbler to honor her calls. You could see she no longer sees turkey hunting as something happening to her; she is now making it happening.

The gobbler in question was roosted with hens somewhere over in Virginia, a long finger ridge running parallel to the one we were on. For a while, there was some question about the gobbler’s intentions, but when the turkeys all flew off the roost, this one shut up with all the other and got down to business. I assured Mooselette that the gobbler would remember her, and he might show up in a few hours, after he had tended all his hens. We had a bonus; a coyote stopped by in the pasture, checking us out.

We walked back up to the house with lots of questions to be answered about turkeys and calling and such– things getting real now. Even though the entire morning was a bust as far as the turkeys went, we got treated to a brilliant sunrise and some great views on the way back. We did not hear a shot all morning.

She is due back for Opening Weekend.

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