In some states it's discouraged. In others, it's encouraged, or at least permitted during a regulated time period.
I was raised and first turkey hunted in the Allegheny foothills, technically Appalachia, a fact I'm proud of. One of my earliest memories growing up in north-central Pennsylvania's turkey country was of a big winter flock running up a side hill. My dad had shot the little home movie. The birds had been visiting a wire feeder holding corn, a common sight in my youth. By spring the gobblers and hens would disperse.
Primos has a new turkey box call called the Chick Magnet. As the name suggests, the call utilizes a magnet and allows you to switch paddles and sounds. Primos gives you two different paddles, a raspy sounding one and a sweet sounding one.
All you have to do to switch a paddle is pull it off the top of the box and stick the other one on. It's basically two calls in one.
My opening day 2010 Kentucky longbeard came running to the Avian X LCD prototype hen decoy. I can only imagine what the finished product will do.
That statement probably comes as a surprise to some of my longtime turkey buds. If my time wild turkey hunting proves anything, I'm not much of a decoy guy. Maybe I'm too much of a run-and-gun type. Maybe I just don't have much confidence in them. Maybe a little of both and then some. Sure, I've occasionally used them over the many years. I just tend not to ...
There's really no cure for the wild turkey addiction.
Scouting before spring seasons open months from now is as much a part of the hunt as the actual deal closer with a killing shot in range. I like to get out early and often, if only to set my mind in the right direction: opening day.
Of course turkeys you find won't necessarily be there months from now. Good habitats will hold them though, and see fresh birds arrive. Just this morning, I checked out the woods and fields where an opening day 2010 Maine longbeard wore my tag. I'd been in an Arkansas pit blind hunting waterfowl this week, and needed to reconnect with the local turkeys on my return home.
I resolve to do something with all these beards, spurs and fans before I hunt the first of many spring turkey states this year. Throwing them out is not an option.
I resolve to sit tight another five minutes, just when I think that spring gobbler isn't coming, just to avoid hearing him flush behind me when I stand up to leave too early. Maybe a new seat cushion would help.
I resolve to chill out and smile to myself when the gobbler I should have repositioned on goes even further in the other direction. Hey, you can't kill 'em all. This deal isn't fishing bait and bobbers for panfish with your kid, though that's fun too on a summer day between turkey seasons. Turkey hunting is tough. That's why it's so gratifying when you do close the deal.