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trucks and deer rifles figuring prominently in the equation. The " Texas ambush" factored in the death of most turkeys in the Rockies until a few Southerners migrated West in the spring to demonstrate the subtleties of calling. The cowboys learned to purr and cackle and cluck, came up with camo covers for their hats, and the rest is history.
There are lots of turkeys now in that country (and through much of the West, north to Wyoming, with numbers increasing at an encouraging rate). Fortunately, they have yet to develop the anal-retentive ways of Eastern birds, which is to say they gobble as if they mean it—an exhilarating proclamation of their libido. |
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the ridge and over the next five, too. Mountains do strange things to sounds, which is why yodeling was not invented in Alabama. The key is to be exceedingly cautious when you hear a mountain turkey gobble. Find a place to set up before you respond; he may be inbound. Call once and try to get a fix. If he is coming to you, shut up. If not, cautiously move to a position from which you can get a better fix and call again. You may blow it, of course, because blowing it in turkey hunting is the norm. Not to worry. There are other birds out there. Finding them is relatively simple: Get out of the truck. While many cowboys have stored their |
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