Too Fat to Hunt Turkeys?

Turkeys become call shy.  It’s a known fact, at least from my experiences.  I have had encounters with turkeys where they behaved much more timidly the second go around and are much less willing to dance than at first.  Yes, too much calling and too much hunting pressure in general encourage the birds to hush up, or simply get out of dodge.  I’m hoping a little stair climbing this winter will fix this recurring problem.

I woke up one morning this past weekend simply not feeling well.  I know what it is; I’ve been there before, almost annually.  Deer season ends, the holidays come around, a chocolate cream pie here, Christmas sugar cookies there, and Boom!  The dormancy of winter has a way of seriously affecting my waistline, and not to its benefit.  I also have a fondness for diet soda that, quite frankly, ends up making me feel lousy.  Thankfully, I have been able to quit cold turkey (no pun intended) before, and I am on one of those kicks now.

So, I am back to counting calories.  Monitoring my intake and calculating my calorie deficit.  And walking stairs.  Man, that’s fun.  I work in a 5-story building, so six times a day I quickly jaunt up all five flights and come back down.  I’m huffing and puffing by the time I’m done so I know I am burning calories.  It’s worked before.

Why am I doing this?  Well, for starters, I don’t like feeling like dog vomit.  But more importantly, and this ties into my opening paragraph, I want to chase turkeys where the other hunters don’t.  I don’t want to get up in the woods and not have a gameplan if the birds aren’t answering my calls.  I want to get moving.  Up the ridges and over the mountain, a mile or two deep into the timber.  Nobody else goes there, except the turkeys that have been toyed with.  They go there and will be more apt to play ball if they feel secure in their environment. 

I have been watching the usual YouTube turkey hunting folks and they are doing this.  They are getting up ridiculously early and hauling ass to get to places very few have gone before.  It’s exhausting work, but they are in shape and can do it.  And they see, hear, and harvest more than their share of birds.  I’m sold.  It’s time to go walk another five flights.  Right after I shoo away this Devil Dog. 

Author: Whipped Owl

Writer Musician Historian Sportsman Loner

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