I spent a glorious cold, December morning trying to call in three mature gobblers today. I had gone to the top of a Botetourt County, Virginia mountain in an attempt to find a flock, but only encountered the trio of toms when I came back down the mountain. Ironically, the lead gobbler was not far from where my car was parked.
The lead tom scudded into the woods and the other two went in a different direction. But a short time later, the lead turkey began yelping and the other two birds began gobbling. I promptly sat down in between them and engaged in some serious male talk. But in the end, the lead tom circled around me and rejoined his small flock and they went off again - who knows where. I'm going to try to find them again this afternoon, but am not optimistic.
I relish pursuing winter turkeys, though my success rate is poor when I'm after mature gobblers and hens.