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With the end of spring turkey season approaching, it might be time to switch gears if you have yet to fill a tag. NWTF’s John Higley has the following advice for attracting early and late season birds:
Most turkey calls are designed to produce a variety of hen sounds. These calls are used especially during spring when lovesick toms are actively seeking hens to breed. Try a new approach and use a gobble call and you might just find yourself having even more success than before.
When gobble calls work best during:
- Early Season because toms are still busy establishing dominance and may leave their swagger to look for a fight. When toms are competing for boss status, they do not take kindly to strange gobbles in their midst
- Late Season because most of the breeding is over with and toms gobble to find each other and join up.
During the early spring gobbling at toms often overrides their urge to breed and brings them in when simple hen talk will not.
Try using these gobble calls
- Gobbler from Primos
- Gauntlet by Quaker Boy
- Twister from H.S. Strut
- Haint from Down-N-Dirty Outdoors
- Hale Fire from Knight & Hale
- Thunder Gobble Call from Flextone
*Remember Safety: Use your head and be aware of what’s going on. When you are in a place where you might encounter other hunters, a gobble call may not be the one to use.
With all the anti-hunters patrolling social media recently, it’s important to note that there is so much more to hunting than the “kill” itself. To most hunters, the kill is the least thrilling part of the experience. The most exciting part is the work leading up to the hunt. Training and preparing, and spending time outdoors in the process, is what it’s really all about. For some, that means running and hiking. For others, shooting their bows and going to the rifle range. And for me personally, training my dogs.
I have been hunting since I was a little girl. To be honest, I don’t have a good story about “how” I got into hunting. I’ve been doing it since before I can remember. Growing up, I was mostly into “big game” hunting. I didn’t like shotguns or bird hunting. Every time I went duck hunting with my Dad, I would get frustrated because I couldn’t hit anything. It wasn’t until college when I met my boyfriend that I got into wing shooting. He is borderline obsessed with duck hunting and I knew I should probably give it a try if we were going to work out. I was terrible at first. I rarely took a shot, and when I did I would miss. Over the next few hunts, I became more comfortable with the situation and began to enjoy myself. I went to my Dad’s duck club a few times that season and really started to warm up to the sport.
What I really enjoyed about wing shooting was being with the dogs. They were a huge part of the hunt and I loved that. Around the time I started duck hunting, my Dad bought a new retriever puppy. The puppy’s name was Nitro. Good ole goofy Nitro. After Nitro came back from his first 8 months of training, he didn’t seem to know a thing, so my Dad decided to give him away. I offered to take him and see what I could do to make him a better retriever. Well, that was a disaster. I knew nothing about retriever training. Poor Nitro was so confused. So, my Dad offered to send him to a different professional trainer of my choice. I sent him off and he came back a new dog. The trainer taught me some basic drills I could do in the off-season to keep him fresh. I would take him to the park and work him almost every day. We had a blast.
Once I graduated and moved to Beaumont, I looked into the retriever clubs in my area. I knew nothing about hunt tests or field trials, nor did I care to run in them. I just needed a pond to train my dog in that wasn’t overrun by gators. Once I joined, the other members encouraged me to at least try it once. I entered him in a senior test and failed, then came back the next day and passed. I was hooked from that point forward. I told myself I would just get his senior title and then be done with it, yet here we are two years later. We are currently working towards his Master title AND I have another puppy.
I say these things, because now more than ever, my true passions center around the off-season and what I do to prepare. I can confidently say that I hunt waterfowl more for my dogs than anything else. I am sure anyone who knows me would agree. Hunters prepare for their harvest like a runner prepares for a marathon. When a runner wins a marathon they feel rewarded, and so do we. We are proud of our accomplishments and we have the right to show it. Google any athlete and you will find photos of them proudly holding their trophies. Google any hunter and you will find the same. There is no difference. Those trophies are the result of countless days spent training and preparing. As a hunter, I will forever choose to take pride in my accomplishments and celebrate them just as anyone else would.
The ladies of Prois went on another great adventure in Texas last week… This time at 700 Springs Ranch near Junction.
Prois staffer, Amber Brandly, got her second turkey of the season… Congrats, Amber!
Prois Customer, Ashley Worrell, is helping to control the Texas hog population…
Julia Smith, with Arden Hunters Guild, bagged her first turkey ever…
Amy Coyne took this Texas Dahl Sheep at 200 yards…
And then she took this hog with a shotgun and turkey shot at 50 yards…
Prois CEO, Kirstie Pike, bagged a Corsican Ram…
And this turkey…
And this one…
Did we mention she is the definition of a “Bad-Ass”? Just look it up and you will see.
A Prois Women’s hunt wouldn’t be the same without a good photo bomb… So here you have it.
A good selfie is also a must… Nicely done Kirstie and Amber.
The Prois Women’s hunts continue to provide lots of fun, laughter, and success time after time. Thank you so much to the awesome people at 700 Springs Ranch for a great trip!
It was a great weekend of turkey hunting for Prois staff and customers everywhere, take a look at all these trophies!
Host of His & Hers Outdoors TV and Prois staffer, Stacy Sissney, doubled up on gobblers alongside her husband…
Prois Customer, Sarah Fromenthal, enjoyed the thrill of her first turkey harvest…
Prois customer, Mitzi Weiss, dodged the Texas rattlers to score her bird…
Prois staffer, Becky Lou Lacock, guided for the Tennessee Governor’s One Shot Turkey Hunt and helped 12 year old, Chloe Webb, take this big thunder chicken weighing in at 22.2 pounds…
As always, the Prois Posse makes us proud… Keep up the great work ladies!
By Nancy Rodriguez
Cough, snort, wheeze! Cough, snort, wheeze! With every track my boots leave in the snow, I find myself using my very own custom call to locate my quarry. You may think I am somewhere in the Midwest hunting whitetail deer, but I am far from it. I’m actually high in the mountains of Nevada, hunting elk. My very own custom call is not tucked in my pocket or hanging around my neck. It’s in fact my body’s lungs and nose that are making these calls. My custom wheeze and cough are thanks to a bout of bronchitis and my custom snort is a congested nose caused by a sinus infection. Some might say I shouldn’t be out hunting right now. I should be home sitting by the fire with a humidifier plugged in, eating oranges. But, does that sound like something a Prois chick would do? No way! It’s elk season!
I continue to trudge through the golden grass and glistening snow covered mountains in search of the majestic wapiti. With my rifle slung over my shoulder and my backpack weighing me down, I glass every nook and cranny for the distinct tan colored body with the dark chocolate neck. As I slowly climb to a high vantage point, my nose is completely plugged and my lungs burn. I giggle to myself at the advice my doctor gave me right before we left for this hunting trip, “You need to take these antibiotics, use this inhaler, drink plenty of liquids, and above all rest!” He must have sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher, because obviously I didn’t comprehend a word he said. Prois chicks can be rebels after all!
With my heart pounding in my head, I am grateful to have finally made it to my vantage point. I drop my pack and plop on the ground. I endlessly hack into my Prois neck gaiter and realize it not only keeps my neck warm, but it also works as a great handkerchief. Through watery eyes, I glass the distant hillsides. Suddenly, out of extremely thin mountain air, I spot them. Unmistakable brown dots of bedded elk are scattered amongst the patches of snow. I spot about 40 of them and my blood starts coursing through my veins. Joe looks at me and asks, “Are you up for this? They’re pretty far away.” I blow my red rimmed nose and reply “Heck ya! That’s what we’re here for!” And so the stalk begins. The elk are a couple miles away, and I know this hike is going to be grueling for me. Up and down the massive ridges we go. Cough, snort, wheeze…Repeat! My body becomes weaker, but I trudge on. The mountain wind is becoming fickle and starts swirling about. I pray it doesn’t blow my stalk. As we start to get close enough for a shot, I grab my range finder to check the distance. My nose is so plugged; I feel claustrophobic. I bring a tissue to my face and realize I have snotcicles hanging from my nose. With these custom beauties, I am sure I could give Jim Carrey in Dumb and Dumber a run for his money! I giggle again at what I must look like right now. But, I have more important things at hand and I need to get a bit closer for a shot. As I start to close the distance, it happens. A huge gust of wind smacks me in the back and I know my funky human scent is about to alert the elk that something’s not right. Poof! They are up and off to the next ridge in the blink of an eye. Cough, snort, wheeeeeze!
That night we camp under the starry sky in below freezing temperatures. I have so many layers of fleece on that I can barely bend my arms and legs. My Prois Sherpa beanie is pulled down over my eyes and my neck gaiter is covering my mouth. With a Breathe Right strip over my red chapped nose, I shimmy down into my 3 sleeping bags. No joke…3! As I drift off into my Nyquil, Theraflu, and cough drop induced slumber, the elbowing begins. Joe is trying to stop his precious wife from turning into a mighty snoring Ogre, but he doesn’t have a chance against the cold medicine coma! The beast lying next to him is some sort of Michelin man fleece troll, wrapped up like a goose down burrito. A weird strip of plastic lies across her nose and grizzly bear size snores are coming out of her mouth. He stares at the fleece monster lying next to him and wonders where has his wife gone? He doesn’t have a spare room to move to, or a couch he can crash on in the living room. He is trapped next to the beast! It’s going to be a long night for him…poor guy.
The next day, I wake up feeling refreshed and well rested. I stretch, remove the plastic strip from my nose, and actually feel better than I have in days. I look at Joe who can hardly open his eyes and wonder if he slept okay? As I jump out of my burrito and throw on my head to toe Prois camo, I am ready to hunt! I stare at Joe as he peels open his eyes and looks at me. For some reason I don’t think he’s nearly as refreshed as I am. I resemble a happy dog anxiously waiting for their owner to grab the leash for their daily walk. If I could, I’d be wagging my tail with excitement! Come on, come on, let’s gooooo!!!!!
We get into elk over the next few days, but unfortunately I never connect. It really didn’t matter, because we had an awesome time climbing the mountains and enjoying the beauty of the great outdoors. There is nothing better for your mind, body, spirit, and immune system than becoming one with nature. I have truly found the best medicine on the market…Hunting!