A favorite gobbler story 

By: Glynn Harris

This is the time of year when guys and gals of my ilk crawl out of warm beds early mornings to head for the woods. Granted, no hunting season is open now and we’re not out there to circumvent the law; we’re going out to “listen”, as you’ll overhear us talking about what we did on early pre-spring mornings. We’re going out to “listen” for a gobbler. 

Season is still a few weeks away, opens April 2, but there’s something about getting to hear a gobbler sound off from his roost tree that gets the juices flowing and serves to fire us up for what we hope to hear opening morning. 

Not only is it possible to locate where gobblers are roosting, you can also find tracks, droppings, strut marks and such to find where birds are hanging out. Such was the case for me on March 19, 2008 when I stumbled upon the mother lode of turkeys.