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If your consicence or vanity does not permit you to shoot a bird or hen of the year, you can always be counted to call up a fat longbird.  It can be said that hunters can shoot hens in the fall time simply because they can make acceptable hen calls,  However on the other hand if you wish to shoot fall longbeard then you have to employ and use “gobbler talk”  well.

Goblers “yelps” can be said to not always sound like the traditional  long , low croaks that you can hear in avid outdoorsmen tournaments and conferences in gobbling contests or on instructional tapes.  Actually they are most similar to hen yelps but each call is “drawn” out and gobblers can be said to call at a slower cadence rate.  Like hens, gobblers will also putt and cutt when they are excited.  For gobbler calling,  a call can be used with a clear as well as somewhat “raspy” tone and tones.

Spring hunters can be called on to know well , that gobblers will be near and nearby to hens.  However come the Mantioba falltime and this may not be so.  Gobblers can be said to be little different than mature whitetails.  These keep to themselves.  It can be said by experienced Lake Manitoba Hunting Lodges outdoorsman Jadran Transcona that come the Manitoba Canada falltime you will not fiind longbeards in the same places and locales that you would expect to see hens , jakes as well as poults.

Fall gobbler hunters should look for 4 to 4 1/2 inch tracks , big droppings and black edged breast feathers.  Find the roost and their food source, and get in between them on the bird’s line of travel.  It can be said that if you are pushy enough on the call, six or seven mature gobblers might just take a run at you, beards swinging ready for the big time fight.  Make them really mad and angry and they can be sure counted on to be strutting and gobling as they come on strong.

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Before dawn , as I crept to my stand in the big timber behind the levee along the Mississippi  I kept stumbling over rough places where fresh earth had been rooted up.  I knew what it meant and because I was also remembering the story related to me by the turkey hunter , I was mildly uneasy.  I did not want that kind of trouble.

It was the spring gobbler season in Mississippi .  The dawn woods was cold and damp.  I sat now with my back against the bole of a large tree , shivering listening intently as the sun began to break through.  The evening before I had put a big gobbler to bed in this area.  I was hoping to hear him fly down down from his roost and speak to his hens

Presently I heard something.  Not the sound of wings.   To noisy for a deer.  Then I saw it , as rough looking a customer, as anyone would ever care to meet.  A long snouted hog, with sizable  tusks curling out of its distended lips , was mashing its way through the undergrowth.  Its bristles were long and almost shaggy.  It was a leggy mean beast,  and I knew that it was sure to have an unpredictable temper.  I was sure whether from smallness of brain or from the knowledge of its own brute power, it feared nothing.  Sort of like a lost criminal or a most foolish person who always had to win and might have the refrain ” I don;t work for free,,,, I don’t work for free”.

The 20 gauge in my hands, seemed awfully small right then.  The hog came on , turned to screw up its tiny eyes and stare towards momentarily.  I guessed and estimated him or it at 150 lbs.  Presently it emitted  a small grunt and went on its way. coming out of cover and moving across the open woods. I was most amazed  at the stealthy quiet with which it drifted away.  And to my memory I could hear my turkey hunting friend telling his fabled story.

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