After finishing up my turkey hunting in Virginia last week, I turned to spring gobbler hunting in West Virginia this week, taking a half day off school as part of our personal leave program on Friday and spending all morning in the woods on Saturday.
Friday, I called two different gobblers in but did not see either one of them - not surprising given the mountainous terrain I was hunting in the Mountain State. Saturday was a miserable one, spent on a cold, breezy, rainy mountaintop.
Around 8:30, I heard a hen yelp and several minutes later two hens meandered in. Unfortunately, no gobbler was in tow, so the females left the way they came after taking a look around and not seeing the fellow hen (me) that had called to them.
I knew the conditions would be miserable, but I enjoy spring gobbler hunting so much that I went anyway. Over the years, I have killed very few spring gobblers when precipitation was taking place, but the more I dogo in the rain, the more I am beginning to believe that precipitation is largely irrelevant to turkeys.
The exception would be when a heavy rain is falling. I have never seen any gobblers when that was taking place, only a few bedraggled hens.
I will be able to take one more vacation day from school and one more Saturday is left in West Virginia's season if I want to punch a tag as the coming week is the last one in the season.