May 2, 2025 • 23 mins
The roller coaster of turkey season can sometimes literally go up and down. Brent’s got two prime examples of that this week when a self-proclaimed Yankee finds himself between a Southern local and gobbling turkeys. Not to be outdone, Brent’s climbing the hills with one of his good friends in search of their very first turkey--a memorable hunt indeed! It’s time for MeatEater’s “This Country Life” podcast.
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Welcome to This Country Life. I'm your host, Brent Reeves
from coon hunting to trot lining and just general country living.
Speaker 2 (00:12):
I want you to stay a.
Speaker 1 (00:13):
While as I share my experiences in life lessons. This
Country Life is presented by Case Knives on Meat Eaters
Podcast Network, bringing you the best outdoor podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
The airwaves have to offer.
Speaker 1 (00:27):
All right, friends, grab a chair or drop that tail gate.
I've got some stories to share down in the South
and up on a mountain. Turkeys in the morning, turkeys
in the evening, Turkeys at supper time. I got turkeys
(00:48):
on the brain, and I hope y'all are out getting
after them your own self. This time of year, I
can't think about much else, So let's get to it
with a listener story that I think y'all are really
going to enjoy, Boy, followed by my favorite kind of turkey,
story of first timers turkey. This story is from Tobin Mitz.
(01:15):
Tobin is from the great state of Michigan, home to
several of my good friends that I work with here
at Meat Eater. Tobin has a story about accents, and
since the folks I know from Michigan all have them,
I figured Tobin's story was worthy of a share. So,
in Tobin's words, in my voice, here we go. Before
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we get to the hunt. I'd like to set the
tone with a little backstory. In twenty seventeen, my wife
and I relocated from Michigan to a little town in
the mountains of North Georgia called Eli jan Now. She
had been awarded a new field service position for her
medical equipment company, and we soon found ourselves hundreds of
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miles from home, family and friends. I worked from home
most of the time except for when I was traveling,
and it was a struggle. Even though the people we
met were very gracious, I still felt very out of place.
On one occasion, a woman asked me where I was from,
and I replied, Ella j. She paused for a moment
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and finally responded, now, huh further north. Well, I laughed,
and I proudly responded, we just moved here from Kalamu Zoo, Michigan,
birthplace of gifts and guitars and Shakespeare fishing.
Speaker 2 (02:33):
And we both had a good laugh.
Speaker 1 (02:36):
Weeks went by, and I was starting to feel more
at home. I could make it around town through the
winding mountain roads without getting lost, and had made a
few acquaintances that made life more interesting. I was feeling
particularly good about myself one day and decided to go
to the local hardware store. Our house had very tall
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ceilings and I needed a way to get to the
light fixtures to chat. He's the bubbs. I walked inside
and was promptly greeted by an older, gray haired gentlemen.
Can I help y'all find something? He inquired? Yes, sir,
where you keep your ladders? They're right over here. I
know just what you need. Follow me. The man grinned
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and emotion for me to fall in step behind him.
I'd never been to the store before, but as we
passed the ale where the step ladders were neatly displayed,
I got confused. My guide was very excited to be
helping me, and we were moving quickly. My mind couldn't
quite put the clues together fast enough to formulate the
question that needed to be asked, and we rounded the
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next corner. Before I could speak, he said, here they are, sir,
right next to the numbers. You got all the ladders
of the alphabet A through Z.
Speaker 2 (03:49):
Now.
Speaker 1 (03:50):
I was laughing hysterically inside, but I didn't want to
embarrass either one of us. My accent had failed me again,
and I was mortified. Is there anything else I can
help you with?
Speaker 2 (04:03):
He asked.
Speaker 1 (04:04):
He was so excited to have helped me that I
couldn't break his bubble. No, sir, that's fine, thank you
so much. As he walked away and round at the corner,
I contemplated what to do next. After some deliberation, I
did what any self respected Yankee would do in this situation.
I bought a package of three inch mailbox letters and
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I headed home. When I wasn't changing light bubbs, I
like to hike the nearby WMA's looking for good spots
to try deer hunting or some other type of adventure,
and thanks to the good folks at own As, I
found plenty of places to explore. The previous fall, I
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had found a spot that had more turkey sign than
deer signs, so I decided to break out the old
turkey vest and give it a whirl. I killed a
few back home in Michigan, but springtime was usually spent
fishing more than than hunting, and opening the morning of
the twenty eighteen turkey season found me headed out making
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the forty five minute run to the spot I had marked.
The previous year, I'd been out of town, and I
hadn't had much time to do any spring scouting, and
I figured there was no time like the present, and
no better way to learn than to get my boots
on the ground. I parked the truck in the corner
of a dirt road that transsected the section of the WMA.
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I had passed a few others in parking spots, but
all in all, there didn't seem to be many hunters
out this morning. I walked the three quarters of a
mile back to the clearing in the woods near a
small pond, and I sat down, and I waited patiently
for the sun and hopefully Old Tom Turkey to show himself.
Sunrise came and went, and the woods seemed pretty quiet.
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I ain't heard much at all, and no gobbles for sure.
I decided to give a few soft yelps on my
mouth call into my I was answered by a pair
of toms a few hundred yards away. I called and
waited and they'd reply, but they seemed to be moving off,
not directly away, but certainly not coming towards me. It
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seemed like it seemed like they were headed back towards
my truck. As I listened to their gobbles get further
away from me and closer to where I figured the
truck was, I decided to make a move. I headed
back in that direction as quietly and quickly as I could.
I tried setting up two more times, and each time
the birds just passed a hundred yards or so, still
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heading toward the truck I was trying to get ahead
of him. I wasn't sure what I was going to
do or if I was able to pull it off,
but I figured i'd cross that road when I got there.
And as I crested the next ridge, I could see
the road. It was the service road for the logging trucks,
so you didn't have to worry about the safety zone
or any traffic. But there was another problem. Two hundred
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yards to the other side of that road was the
boundary between public and private land, and I knew then
those gobblers were headed for a horse pasture to do
some mid morning strutting out in the sun, so it
was now or never. I hoped it across that old
dirt to track and found a small clearing on top
of the ridge about one hundred yards in. I got
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sat down next to a medium sized oak tree that
struggled to conceal my shape.
Speaker 2 (07:27):
A few soft clucks on the.
Speaker 1 (07:28):
Red and it was confirmed they were coming and right now.
Then something happened that caused my stomach to turn sideways,
and not the usual I'm about to lay the smack
down on that old tom.
Speaker 2 (07:41):
Turning sideways. Now the turning.
Speaker 1 (07:44):
Sideways you feel when you hear the cracking of a
limb underneath your feet when you're.
Speaker 2 (07:48):
Climbing a tree.
Speaker 1 (07:50):
I glanced over my shoulder and I could see the
road back. About one hundred yards down that road.
Speaker 2 (07:58):
Came a red pickup truck.
Speaker 1 (08:00):
The engine had been turned off and the driver was
coasting the vehicle slowly and silently into another parking spot
on the other side of the road from where my
truck had been. Here, Lord, please don't let this guy
spook these turkeys, I prayed.
Speaker 2 (08:16):
Just a few more seconds.
Speaker 1 (08:18):
Then, as if he was the second and my two
man turkey team, he reaches outside window and scratched down
a few yips on his pot collar. When those toms
heard that, they thundered off with a set of triple
gobbles that made my hair stand up. And as the
last of the gobble faded away. The first bird creshed
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the ridge and walked right in front of where I
was sitting, and bout he met his maker. I hopped
up to make sure there were no questions as to
his demise, and I collected my prize and I walked
one hundred yards or so back to my truck. And
as I was opening the back, the little red truck
round the corner and coast to a stop next to mine,
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with his engine running this time, I sure am sorry,
said the driver. I had no idea you were there.
I was around the corner and I couldn't see your truck.
I hope I didn't mess you up. Absolutely not. I
grinned your timing could not have been any better. I've
been chasing those birds for two hours, and your calling
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helped bring them in right to my lap. We shook hands,
and he helped me take a few pictures before we
went our separate ways. I'm not sure if I could
have closed that deal without his help. It seems that
even my Turkey calling comes with a Northern accent. Now,
as fate would have it, six years or so later,
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life brought me back to my home state of Michigan,
and that was the only hunt where I was able
to bring something home in Georgia thanks to a little
help from an unwary hunting partner who seemed genuinely happy
that things worked out. And according to that's just how
that happened. Well, Tobin Mitz, repatriated resident of the Great
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Lake State, I want to thank you for sharing a
great story and another fine example of Southern hospitality. I
also want you to know that you're the kind of
Yankee all of us down south like more than any other,
the ones that visit and then go back home. I'm kidding,
(10:30):
not really kidding, not kidding, Stop it, Brent, I'm really kidding.
Speaker 2 (10:36):
He's a not kidd.
Speaker 1 (10:47):
Two years ago, my friend Michael Roseman, my cone hunting
compadre and CEO of sun Spot Hunting Lights, solicited my
turkey calling services to allow him to shoot his first
Turkeykeel hunts in the Boston Mountains of Arkansas. And if
you know anything about me, or have paid attention, even
remote attention, you'll know that I'm a flat lander by
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grace and by preference. The mountains are pretty to look at. However,
given a choice, I usually lean toward not galivanting around
in them. Unfortunately, there's a lot of good hunting in them,
and bears and turkeys are just two examples. So when
Mikey invited me, I agreed, because if there's nothing better
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than shooting a turkey myself, it's calling the first one
up for a friend or a young'in, or in this case,
a friend that acts like a youngin. Rohnda, Michael's wife
will back me up on that one.
Speaker 2 (11:44):
Anyway.
Speaker 1 (11:46):
After stomping around and following up and down the non
flat topography of Michael's turkey woods, we finally got in
front of a gobbler, only to have him cruise through
and struct mode just out of range of michael shotgun
to you. Years later, as I sit here reliving that
hunt while telling the story, I realized I may have aired.
Speaker 2 (12:06):
On the side of caution.
Speaker 1 (12:08):
I actually thought about it when that turkey walked off
and I stepped it off to where he passed us.
But being a terrible friend I am, I never fessed
up until now. Sorry, Mikey, but you should have shot
that turkey. But hey, who's really a fault here? He
was the one holding the shotgun. Fast forward to last year,
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we talked about it all year leading up to a
turkey season, and then about a month before season started,
I had abandon my old power for work and film
a hunt out of state, leaving him to fend for himself.
He's zeroed. But while he was doing that, I was
off in Turkey Heaven, calling up three turkeys for three
different folks in an eighteen hour period. Rubbing salt in
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the wound of my old coon hunting buddy and mentor
who was striking out. We made plans again all summer
fall in the winter for us to hunt the hills
and hollers at his camp, and this time I was
gonna do my dead level best.
Speaker 2 (13:06):
To be there for my old partner.
Speaker 1 (13:09):
Opening the day of Arkansas's twenty twenty five spring season
had me driving to clay Bows to record a podcast
while Michael soloed yet again in search of his first turkey.
Some friend I am to add even more calamity. It
would be Thursday of the first week before I could
even go doue to deadlines and other podcast related activity. Now,
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during that time, Michael had gone every day and had
a lot of luck, but none of it had been good.
The turkeys just weren't doing much, so, with low expectations
already simmering in the back of my mind, I crawled
out of his side by side. It are jumping off
point on the fourth day of the season, forty five
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minutes before daylight.
Speaker 2 (13:57):
It was hot and.
Speaker 1 (13:58):
Muggy, and mosquitoes buzzed my ears in the mountains. Now
that's not how that works. That's supposed to be in
the lowlands. Whatever. This is going to be terrible, but
who knows. It was my first hunt of the season
in Arkansas, and I owed it to my friend to try,
regardless of how futile I thought it was going to be.
We went to a new spot and split up to
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listen on different ridges with the plan of meeting back
in the middle. We heard one and discussed where we'd
heard it and come up with a plan of attack
and how to really put it together to get after
that turkey. Perfect plan if a turkey gobbles it did not.
I covered the two hundred yards pretty quietly, walking down
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a dozed road that followed along the top of the
ridge to where Michael was listening from and hearing nothing
as well.
Speaker 2 (14:49):
Michael asked, well, what do you do when you.
Speaker 1 (14:50):
Don't hear anything right off, I said, well, the only
thing we can do is walk and call a little
bit here and there and hope the fire one up.
But man, I'm telling you, I'm not seeing it any
turkey sign and I didn't, but hey, I wasn't leaving
any tracks either. But the lack of scratching is what
had me feeling like we'd gar hold ourselves. We were
pretty much limited to where we were because our buddy
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Josh was hunting the spot where we'd hunted two years ago,
which was the only spot I had ever turkey hunted
with Michael and the one I thought we were going
to this morning, and when we didn't, I assumed that
was just another nail in the coffin of this hunt
that I'd buried really before it had time to get
started good. We walked and called a couple of times
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and had no response. The area was thick and muggy
and still, and you really couldn't hear that far away.
We were a quarter of a mile from where we'd started.
Michael said, I'm going to owl and just see what happens.
He did, and what happened was a turkey gobble back
at him. No more than one hundred and fifty yards away.
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There was no one in the Boston Mountains on April
the twenty fourth, twenty twenty five, any more surprised to
hear a turkey gobble than my dad's baby boy. That's
the great thing about turkey hunting. Expectations can they can
go from famine to feast in a matter of moments.
And we were plenty close to call to him, and
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the woods were pretty open, meaning we needed to get
sat down pretty quick and get ready. This might not
take long. The biggest red oak I think I've ever
seen in the hills was right in front of us,
and I put Michael on the twelve o'clock side facing
the turkey, and I sat down on the nine o'clock side. Now,
believe it or not, kids watches used to have hands
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on them that pointed at numbers, and people could call
out possessions of things they wanted others to see by
imagining the face of a clock and then referencing the
numbers as to the direction they were talking about. Something
straight ahead was at twelve, over to the right was three,
straight behind us was six, and to the left it
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was nine.
Speaker 2 (16:59):
It was simple and very effective.
Speaker 1 (17:02):
Michael got comfortable and propped a shotgun up on his knee.
I grabbed my slate and let out the most seductive,
soft yelps and cluts I may have ever done.
Speaker 2 (17:12):
Not to get any response. I wasn't expecting that.
Speaker 1 (17:17):
But this is turkey hunting, and anyone that's done it
knows there are a number of things that can happen
when you call it a goblin turkey, and only one
of them is good. It's like Vince Lombardi, the Hall
of Fame football coach of the Green Bay Packers, talking
about football by passing the football, he said, there's three
things that can happen when you throw the ball, and
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two of them are bad. Well, the same thing kind
of applies to throwing calls at turkeys, and in our case,
nothing happened. As far as we knew, nothing happened because
he didn't answer, and after ten minutes we didn't see
him walking up towards us. Now, Michael is known for patience,
as as a matter of fact, he's famous for not
having any He ain't coming.
Speaker 2 (17:59):
Out area even whispering shut up. You don't know that.
Speaker 1 (18:03):
But after another fifteen minutes, another series of calls chunked
in his general direction. I was thinking to myself, he
ain't coming, But I was trying to keep Mikey in
the game by not getting discouraged. Patience is a virtue.
Mikey either he didn't he didn't hear me, or he
chose to ignore me something that he ain't vaccinated against.
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For sure, if he don't listen to me, there's no
telling how smart he'd be by now. But anyway, I
had to come up with a plan. So I told
him I was going to slip back behind us, away
from the turkey and see if I could get a
gobble out of him to kind of see.
Speaker 2 (18:38):
Where he was.
Speaker 1 (18:38):
That joker wouldn't even give us a courtesy gobble. I
needed to move anyway. I know a lot of people
that have talent. My wife, for instance, has a beautiful
singing voice. Reed Bargaineer could show Billy Joel a thing
or two on the piano. Kelsey Morris can out paint
rem Brandt. And me, my talent is my legs, going
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to sleep and finding sharp rocks with my behind when
I'm turkey hunting, I challenge anyone. I started to get up,
but had to wait for the sparkly alchies as they're
known at our home to leave, and some motor controller
returned to my right leg. And while I sat there
waiting for that to happen, I looked back to pick
out a spot where I was going to call from
back behind me, and that's where I saw the Jake
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step out into the road seventy five yards away. Don't move,
Michael Jake at six o'clock, standing in the road.
Speaker 2 (19:33):
He was looking directly at me.
Speaker 1 (19:34):
I hadn't called it over fifteen minutes, but that rascal
knew exactly where that call had come from. And then
a gobbler stepped out behind him, Gobbler standing with him
now Michael. I could only assume Michael was hearing me.
I'm not sure he and I could have reached around
that tree we were sitting beside.
Speaker 2 (19:53):
It was that big. I was facing away.
Speaker 1 (19:56):
From him and trying not to spook the turkeys that
were looking directly at at me, so I was talking
extra quiet. I just kept repeating myself, hoping you'd hear me.
They started straight forced coming down that road just like
we had, and stopped at thirty five yards. My shotgun
was laying in my lap sorry, Michael, but as soon
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as that jogger gives me an opportunity, I'm going to
karate chop in with this double barrel, because this is
fixing to get real western.
Speaker 2 (20:26):
Here in just a minute.
Speaker 1 (20:28):
The jake was leading the stroll, and at the last
moment they angled off to the right, which if they
kept that same track, would bring them directly in front
of me. But better yet, they'd passed behind the fallen
tree and I'd be able to get Michael lined up
on him. Michael, they're moving around in front. Get your
gun ready. They're going to be right in front of me.
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I got my finger in my ear and you'll be
shooting safe. But you got to move right now. I
could see Michael getting ready out of the corner of
my eye. He was pointed just right, and I could
easily see it was gonna be plenty safe for him
to shoot. The turkeys took forever to come out from
behind that log, and when they did, they were still
in the same order that jake first, and then the gobbler.
Speaker 2 (21:11):
Shoot the one on the left, the one on the left. Yes,
the first one was a jake.
Speaker 1 (21:16):
Shoot the last one. Even though they kept coming, they
were starting to skirt us a little bit, and I'm
sure due to the fact that they couldn't see the
hen that was supposed to be there, that Jake finally
stopped and clucked a couple times in his body language
suggested he was about to blow out of there. I
started purring with my mouth calling. They both stretched their
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next sat looking like they'd just seen behind the curtain
as to how the magician was doing the trick, and bam,
Michael turned the lights out at Casa de Gobbler. It
was a pretty good poke too, but that joker never flopped.
Michael was standing on his head in a matter of moments,
but his rush to pin him down was unnecessary. I
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took out my range finder and measured from where I
stood to where Michael was eyeballing the first wild turkey
he'd ever sent across the river Jordan fifty one point
two yards with a four to ten. I wouldn't have
believed it, but I saw it with my old peepers.
Michael had patterned that shotgun multiple times and knew the
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limitations of what it could and couldn't do. That was
turkey numero uno for my old buddy, but it probably
should have been number two. He was token to twelve
gage two years ago and that Turkey wasn't.
Speaker 2 (22:37):
Near as far as this one.
Speaker 1 (22:40):
Well, now you know, Michael, I'm all from Missouri and
hopefully we'll have another Turkey story or two to tell
you what I get back Until next week, this is
Brent Reeves signing off.
Speaker 2 (22:53):
Y'all be careful
Welcome to This Country Life. I'm your host, Brent Reeves
from coon hunting to trot lining and just general country living.
Speaker 2 (00:12):
I want you to stay a.
Speaker 1 (00:13):
While as I share my experiences in life lessons. This
Country Life is presented by Case Knives on Meat Eaters
Podcast Network, bringing you the best outdoor podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
The airwaves have to offer.
Speaker 1 (00:27):
All right, friends, grab a chair or drop that tail gate.
I've got some stories to share down in the South
and up on a mountain. Turkeys in the morning, turkeys
in the evening, Turkeys at supper time. I got turkeys
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on the brain, and I hope y'all are out getting
after them your own self. This time of year, I
can't think about much else, So let's get to it
with a listener story that I think y'all are really
going to enjoy, Boy, followed by my favorite kind of turkey,
story of first timers turkey. This story is from Tobin Mitz.
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Tobin is from the great state of Michigan, home to
several of my good friends that I work with here
at Meat Eater. Tobin has a story about accents, and
since the folks I know from Michigan all have them,
I figured Tobin's story was worthy of a share. So,
in Tobin's words, in my voice, here we go. Before
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we get to the hunt. I'd like to set the
tone with a little backstory. In twenty seventeen, my wife
and I relocated from Michigan to a little town in
the mountains of North Georgia called Eli jan Now. She
had been awarded a new field service position for her
medical equipment company, and we soon found ourselves hundreds of
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miles from home, family and friends. I worked from home
most of the time except for when I was traveling,
and it was a struggle. Even though the people we
met were very gracious, I still felt very out of place.
On one occasion, a woman asked me where I was from,
and I replied, Ella j. She paused for a moment
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and finally responded, now, huh further north. Well, I laughed,
and I proudly responded, we just moved here from Kalamu Zoo, Michigan,
birthplace of gifts and guitars and Shakespeare fishing.
Speaker 2 (02:33):
And we both had a good laugh.
Speaker 1 (02:36):
Weeks went by, and I was starting to feel more
at home. I could make it around town through the
winding mountain roads without getting lost, and had made a
few acquaintances that made life more interesting. I was feeling
particularly good about myself one day and decided to go
to the local hardware store. Our house had very tall
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ceilings and I needed a way to get to the
light fixtures to chat. He's the bubbs. I walked inside
and was promptly greeted by an older, gray haired gentlemen.
Can I help y'all find something? He inquired? Yes, sir,
where you keep your ladders? They're right over here. I
know just what you need. Follow me. The man grinned
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and emotion for me to fall in step behind him.
I'd never been to the store before, but as we
passed the ale where the step ladders were neatly displayed,
I got confused. My guide was very excited to be
helping me, and we were moving quickly. My mind couldn't
quite put the clues together fast enough to formulate the
question that needed to be asked, and we rounded the
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next corner. Before I could speak, he said, here they are, sir,
right next to the numbers. You got all the ladders
of the alphabet A through Z.
Speaker 2 (03:49):
Now.
Speaker 1 (03:50):
I was laughing hysterically inside, but I didn't want to
embarrass either one of us. My accent had failed me again,
and I was mortified. Is there anything else I can
help you with?
Speaker 2 (04:03):
He asked.
Speaker 1 (04:04):
He was so excited to have helped me that I
couldn't break his bubble. No, sir, that's fine, thank you
so much. As he walked away and round at the corner,
I contemplated what to do next. After some deliberation, I
did what any self respected Yankee would do in this situation.
I bought a package of three inch mailbox letters and
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I headed home. When I wasn't changing light bubbs, I
like to hike the nearby WMA's looking for good spots
to try deer hunting or some other type of adventure,
and thanks to the good folks at own As, I
found plenty of places to explore. The previous fall, I
(04:46):
had found a spot that had more turkey sign than
deer signs, so I decided to break out the old
turkey vest and give it a whirl. I killed a
few back home in Michigan, but springtime was usually spent
fishing more than than hunting, and opening the morning of
the twenty eighteen turkey season found me headed out making
(05:06):
the forty five minute run to the spot I had marked.
The previous year, I'd been out of town, and I
hadn't had much time to do any spring scouting, and
I figured there was no time like the present, and
no better way to learn than to get my boots
on the ground. I parked the truck in the corner
of a dirt road that transsected the section of the WMA.
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I had passed a few others in parking spots, but
all in all, there didn't seem to be many hunters
out this morning. I walked the three quarters of a
mile back to the clearing in the woods near a
small pond, and I sat down, and I waited patiently
for the sun and hopefully Old Tom Turkey to show himself.
Sunrise came and went, and the woods seemed pretty quiet.
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I ain't heard much at all, and no gobbles for sure.
I decided to give a few soft yelps on my
mouth call into my I was answered by a pair
of toms a few hundred yards away. I called and
waited and they'd reply, but they seemed to be moving off,
not directly away, but certainly not coming towards me. It
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seemed like it seemed like they were headed back towards
my truck. As I listened to their gobbles get further
away from me and closer to where I figured the
truck was, I decided to make a move. I headed
back in that direction as quietly and quickly as I could.
I tried setting up two more times, and each time
the birds just passed a hundred yards or so, still
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heading toward the truck I was trying to get ahead
of him. I wasn't sure what I was going to
do or if I was able to pull it off,
but I figured i'd cross that road when I got there.
And as I crested the next ridge, I could see
the road. It was the service road for the logging trucks,
so you didn't have to worry about the safety zone
or any traffic. But there was another problem. Two hundred
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yards to the other side of that road was the
boundary between public and private land, and I knew then
those gobblers were headed for a horse pasture to do
some mid morning strutting out in the sun, so it
was now or never. I hoped it across that old
dirt to track and found a small clearing on top
of the ridge about one hundred yards in. I got
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sat down next to a medium sized oak tree that
struggled to conceal my shape.
Speaker 2 (07:27):
A few soft clucks on the.
Speaker 1 (07:28):
Red and it was confirmed they were coming and right now.
Then something happened that caused my stomach to turn sideways,
and not the usual I'm about to lay the smack
down on that old tom.
Speaker 2 (07:41):
Turning sideways. Now the turning.
Speaker 1 (07:44):
Sideways you feel when you hear the cracking of a
limb underneath your feet when you're.
Speaker 2 (07:48):
Climbing a tree.
Speaker 1 (07:50):
I glanced over my shoulder and I could see the
road back. About one hundred yards down that road.
Speaker 2 (07:58):
Came a red pickup truck.
Speaker 1 (08:00):
The engine had been turned off and the driver was
coasting the vehicle slowly and silently into another parking spot
on the other side of the road from where my
truck had been. Here, Lord, please don't let this guy
spook these turkeys, I prayed.
Speaker 2 (08:16):
Just a few more seconds.
Speaker 1 (08:18):
Then, as if he was the second and my two
man turkey team, he reaches outside window and scratched down
a few yips on his pot collar. When those toms
heard that, they thundered off with a set of triple
gobbles that made my hair stand up. And as the
last of the gobble faded away. The first bird creshed
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the ridge and walked right in front of where I
was sitting, and bout he met his maker. I hopped
up to make sure there were no questions as to
his demise, and I collected my prize and I walked
one hundred yards or so back to my truck. And
as I was opening the back, the little red truck
round the corner and coast to a stop next to mine,
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with his engine running this time, I sure am sorry,
said the driver. I had no idea you were there.
I was around the corner and I couldn't see your truck.
I hope I didn't mess you up. Absolutely not. I
grinned your timing could not have been any better. I've
been chasing those birds for two hours, and your calling
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helped bring them in right to my lap. We shook hands,
and he helped me take a few pictures before we
went our separate ways. I'm not sure if I could
have closed that deal without his help. It seems that
even my Turkey calling comes with a Northern accent. Now,
as fate would have it, six years or so later,
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life brought me back to my home state of Michigan,
and that was the only hunt where I was able
to bring something home in Georgia thanks to a little
help from an unwary hunting partner who seemed genuinely happy
that things worked out. And according to that's just how
that happened. Well, Tobin Mitz, repatriated resident of the Great
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Lake State, I want to thank you for sharing a
great story and another fine example of Southern hospitality. I
also want you to know that you're the kind of
Yankee all of us down south like more than any other,
the ones that visit and then go back home. I'm kidding,
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not really kidding, not kidding, Stop it, Brent, I'm really kidding.
Speaker 2 (10:36):
He's a not kidd.
Speaker 1 (10:47):
Two years ago, my friend Michael Roseman, my cone hunting
compadre and CEO of sun Spot Hunting Lights, solicited my
turkey calling services to allow him to shoot his first
Turkeykeel hunts in the Boston Mountains of Arkansas. And if
you know anything about me, or have paid attention, even
remote attention, you'll know that I'm a flat lander by
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grace and by preference. The mountains are pretty to look at. However,
given a choice, I usually lean toward not galivanting around
in them. Unfortunately, there's a lot of good hunting in them,
and bears and turkeys are just two examples. So when
Mikey invited me, I agreed, because if there's nothing better
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than shooting a turkey myself, it's calling the first one
up for a friend or a young'in, or in this case,
a friend that acts like a youngin. Rohnda, Michael's wife
will back me up on that one.
Speaker 2 (11:44):
Anyway.
Speaker 1 (11:46):
After stomping around and following up and down the non
flat topography of Michael's turkey woods, we finally got in
front of a gobbler, only to have him cruise through
and struct mode just out of range of michael shotgun
to you. Years later, as I sit here reliving that
hunt while telling the story, I realized I may have aired.
Speaker 2 (12:06):
On the side of caution.
Speaker 1 (12:08):
I actually thought about it when that turkey walked off
and I stepped it off to where he passed us.
But being a terrible friend I am, I never fessed
up until now. Sorry, Mikey, but you should have shot
that turkey. But hey, who's really a fault here? He
was the one holding the shotgun. Fast forward to last year,
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we talked about it all year leading up to a
turkey season, and then about a month before season started,
I had abandon my old power for work and film
a hunt out of state, leaving him to fend for himself.
He's zeroed. But while he was doing that, I was
off in Turkey Heaven, calling up three turkeys for three
different folks in an eighteen hour period. Rubbing salt in
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the wound of my old coon hunting buddy and mentor
who was striking out. We made plans again all summer
fall in the winter for us to hunt the hills
and hollers at his camp, and this time I was
gonna do my dead level best.
Speaker 2 (13:06):
To be there for my old partner.
Speaker 1 (13:09):
Opening the day of Arkansas's twenty twenty five spring season
had me driving to clay Bows to record a podcast
while Michael soloed yet again in search of his first turkey.
Some friend I am to add even more calamity. It
would be Thursday of the first week before I could
even go doue to deadlines and other podcast related activity. Now,
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during that time, Michael had gone every day and had
a lot of luck, but none of it had been good.
The turkeys just weren't doing much, so, with low expectations
already simmering in the back of my mind, I crawled
out of his side by side. It are jumping off
point on the fourth day of the season, forty five
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minutes before daylight.
Speaker 2 (13:57):
It was hot and.
Speaker 1 (13:58):
Muggy, and mosquitoes buzzed my ears in the mountains. Now
that's not how that works. That's supposed to be in
the lowlands. Whatever. This is going to be terrible, but
who knows. It was my first hunt of the season
in Arkansas, and I owed it to my friend to try,
regardless of how futile I thought it was going to be.
We went to a new spot and split up to
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listen on different ridges with the plan of meeting back
in the middle. We heard one and discussed where we'd
heard it and come up with a plan of attack
and how to really put it together to get after
that turkey. Perfect plan if a turkey gobbles it did not.
I covered the two hundred yards pretty quietly, walking down
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a dozed road that followed along the top of the
ridge to where Michael was listening from and hearing nothing
as well.
Speaker 2 (14:49):
Michael asked, well, what do you do when you.
Speaker 1 (14:50):
Don't hear anything right off, I said, well, the only
thing we can do is walk and call a little
bit here and there and hope the fire one up.
But man, I'm telling you, I'm not seeing it any
turkey sign and I didn't, but hey, I wasn't leaving
any tracks either. But the lack of scratching is what
had me feeling like we'd gar hold ourselves. We were
pretty much limited to where we were because our buddy
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Josh was hunting the spot where we'd hunted two years ago,
which was the only spot I had ever turkey hunted
with Michael and the one I thought we were going
to this morning, and when we didn't, I assumed that
was just another nail in the coffin of this hunt
that I'd buried really before it had time to get
started good. We walked and called a couple of times
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and had no response. The area was thick and muggy
and still, and you really couldn't hear that far away.
We were a quarter of a mile from where we'd started.
Michael said, I'm going to owl and just see what happens.
He did, and what happened was a turkey gobble back
at him. No more than one hundred and fifty yards away.
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There was no one in the Boston Mountains on April
the twenty fourth, twenty twenty five, any more surprised to
hear a turkey gobble than my dad's baby boy. That's
the great thing about turkey hunting. Expectations can they can
go from famine to feast in a matter of moments.
And we were plenty close to call to him, and
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the woods were pretty open, meaning we needed to get
sat down pretty quick and get ready. This might not
take long. The biggest red oak I think I've ever
seen in the hills was right in front of us,
and I put Michael on the twelve o'clock side facing
the turkey, and I sat down on the nine o'clock side. Now,
believe it or not, kids watches used to have hands
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on them that pointed at numbers, and people could call
out possessions of things they wanted others to see by
imagining the face of a clock and then referencing the
numbers as to the direction they were talking about. Something
straight ahead was at twelve, over to the right was three,
straight behind us was six, and to the left it
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was nine.
Speaker 2 (16:59):
It was simple and very effective.
Speaker 1 (17:02):
Michael got comfortable and propped a shotgun up on his knee.
I grabbed my slate and let out the most seductive,
soft yelps and cluts I may have ever done.
Speaker 2 (17:12):
Not to get any response. I wasn't expecting that.
Speaker 1 (17:17):
But this is turkey hunting, and anyone that's done it
knows there are a number of things that can happen
when you call it a goblin turkey, and only one
of them is good. It's like Vince Lombardi, the Hall
of Fame football coach of the Green Bay Packers, talking
about football by passing the football, he said, there's three
things that can happen when you throw the ball, and
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two of them are bad. Well, the same thing kind
of applies to throwing calls at turkeys, and in our case,
nothing happened. As far as we knew, nothing happened because
he didn't answer, and after ten minutes we didn't see
him walking up towards us. Now, Michael is known for patience,
as as a matter of fact, he's famous for not
having any He ain't coming.
Speaker 2 (17:59):
Out area even whispering shut up. You don't know that.
Speaker 1 (18:03):
But after another fifteen minutes, another series of calls chunked
in his general direction. I was thinking to myself, he
ain't coming, But I was trying to keep Mikey in
the game by not getting discouraged. Patience is a virtue.
Mikey either he didn't he didn't hear me, or he
chose to ignore me something that he ain't vaccinated against.
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For sure, if he don't listen to me, there's no
telling how smart he'd be by now. But anyway, I
had to come up with a plan. So I told
him I was going to slip back behind us, away
from the turkey and see if I could get a
gobble out of him to kind of see.
Speaker 2 (18:38):
Where he was.
Speaker 1 (18:38):
That joker wouldn't even give us a courtesy gobble. I
needed to move anyway. I know a lot of people
that have talent. My wife, for instance, has a beautiful
singing voice. Reed Bargaineer could show Billy Joel a thing
or two on the piano. Kelsey Morris can out paint
rem Brandt. And me, my talent is my legs, going
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to sleep and finding sharp rocks with my behind when
I'm turkey hunting, I challenge anyone. I started to get up,
but had to wait for the sparkly alchies as they're
known at our home to leave, and some motor controller
returned to my right leg. And while I sat there
waiting for that to happen, I looked back to pick
out a spot where I was going to call from
back behind me, and that's where I saw the Jake
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step out into the road seventy five yards away. Don't move,
Michael Jake at six o'clock, standing in the road.
Speaker 2 (19:33):
He was looking directly at me.
Speaker 1 (19:34):
I hadn't called it over fifteen minutes, but that rascal
knew exactly where that call had come from. And then
a gobbler stepped out behind him, Gobbler standing with him
now Michael. I could only assume Michael was hearing me.
I'm not sure he and I could have reached around
that tree we were sitting beside.
Speaker 2 (19:53):
It was that big. I was facing away.
Speaker 1 (19:56):
From him and trying not to spook the turkeys that
were looking directly at at me, so I was talking
extra quiet. I just kept repeating myself, hoping you'd hear me.
They started straight forced coming down that road just like
we had, and stopped at thirty five yards. My shotgun
was laying in my lap sorry, Michael, but as soon
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as that jogger gives me an opportunity, I'm going to
karate chop in with this double barrel, because this is
fixing to get real western.
Speaker 2 (20:26):
Here in just a minute.
Speaker 1 (20:28):
The jake was leading the stroll, and at the last
moment they angled off to the right, which if they
kept that same track, would bring them directly in front
of me. But better yet, they'd passed behind the fallen
tree and I'd be able to get Michael lined up
on him. Michael, they're moving around in front. Get your
gun ready. They're going to be right in front of me.
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I got my finger in my ear and you'll be
shooting safe. But you got to move right now. I
could see Michael getting ready out of the corner of
my eye. He was pointed just right, and I could
easily see it was gonna be plenty safe for him
to shoot. The turkeys took forever to come out from
behind that log, and when they did, they were still
in the same order that jake first, and then the gobbler.
Speaker 2 (21:11):
Shoot the one on the left, the one on the left. Yes,
the first one was a jake.
Speaker 1 (21:16):
Shoot the last one. Even though they kept coming, they
were starting to skirt us a little bit, and I'm
sure due to the fact that they couldn't see the
hen that was supposed to be there, that Jake finally
stopped and clucked a couple times in his body language
suggested he was about to blow out of there. I
started purring with my mouth calling. They both stretched their
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next sat looking like they'd just seen behind the curtain
as to how the magician was doing the trick, and bam,
Michael turned the lights out at Casa de Gobbler. It
was a pretty good poke too, but that joker never flopped.
Michael was standing on his head in a matter of moments,
but his rush to pin him down was unnecessary. I
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took out my range finder and measured from where I
stood to where Michael was eyeballing the first wild turkey
he'd ever sent across the river Jordan fifty one point
two yards with a four to ten. I wouldn't have
believed it, but I saw it with my old peepers.
Michael had patterned that shotgun multiple times and knew the
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limitations of what it could and couldn't do. That was
turkey numero uno for my old buddy, but it probably
should have been number two. He was token to twelve
gage two years ago and that Turkey wasn't.
Speaker 2 (22:37):
Near as far as this one.
Speaker 1 (22:40):
Well, now you know, Michael, I'm all from Missouri and
hopefully we'll have another Turkey story or two to tell
you what I get back Until next week, this is
Brent Reeves signing off.
Speaker 2 (22:53):
Y'all be careful
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