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Friday morning. Sign everywhere on Thursday, and good gobbling from multiple birds on Friday morning at fly down time. If ever there was a time and place to feel confident about turkeys, I was surely that about The Valley on opening day. However, dawn broke on Saturday morning to a stunning silence. I knew something was wrong when I could not see any turkeys silhouetted in the big live oaks at the head of The Valley when I approached in the star light. For reasons still unknown, the turkeys had moved away from a traditional roost. Thus began perhaps the longest day of my Texas turkey hunting career. To shorten the story, I stayed in the woods most of the day, only taking a two hour break for lunch. I did not see a turkey until 5:30 pm, a lone hen who came to water and to check out my calling and a nice decoy spread (B-Mobile, She-mobile and a Flambeau hard body hen). She was an attractive lady, and I was glad to have her company, as she stayed with me for over 30 minutes. Alas, she never made a sound, and thus offered no audio support of my own calling (Halloran pot and Mr. Death mouth call). She finally wandered off after 6 pm. I was encouraged by her visit, as it proved that at least one turkey was proximate to The Valley that had produced so well in the previous two seasons (4 gobblers total). Finally, just before 7 pm, I heard a gobble, and it was close. I saw him almost immediately after his gobble, about 100 yards to the south and west. He was lit up and in full display, eyeballing B-mobile from across a little flat that bi-sects The Valley. It took him 5 minutes to close to 32 yards, where I finally won the long endurance contest of opening day with a load of 4s delivered directly to his red wattles. The shot actually knocked him off his feet. A beautiful bird, hard won in the coin of patience and stamina. My friends Tommy Ellis and Major Harding had also scored on similar birds, so despite the difficulties, a productive opener.
decades by generations of Rio Grande turkeys in Tom Green County. When I say right under, I mean directly below some ancient live oaks, with turkeys roosted no more than 30 feet above our heads! It was black dark, and we had to do it to get to where we wanted to set up, but it was an anxiety laden adventure, I can assure you. I’m not sure I breathed while we were under the roost. Chris and I did our best to get small, and to hunch over, so that we would look more like deer than humans. It worked, we came out from under the roost, got about 100 yards away from it on a dim road, and Chris said, with real feeling, “We made it.” Now I was breathing. We continued on for about 300 yards to a windmill and water tank that the turkeys frequent after leaving the roost. I set up She-mobile and my hard body Flambeau, and Chris prepared a blind to offer concealment for the filming. We were ready and waiting before fly down time, a little chilled by a temperature reading of only 38 degrees. The gobbling started in earnest, and I was reminded of why I love to hunt in Texas. It is impossible to know how many toms were singing from the roost, but it must have been close to twenty. After almost no gobbling the previous two days, this was an exhilaration. Just before fly down time (about 7:15), Chris did some excellent soft calling on a Cane Creek pot, as I waited for more light before cutting loose with Mr. Death. Soon enough, we heard some hens behind us and to our right. I finally ran a series of yelps, and we tensed for the expected action. Chris was set up on a tri-pod and waiting for a turkey to show. At 7:49 am, they did, stepping around a corner at about 40 yards, on a straight line to the dekes. The lead bird was not strutting, but the follower was, and both were lit up, as colorful as any turkeys that have ever walked to the gun for me. When they got into the decoys, they were twenty yards away and were now both in full display. Chris was ready for me to shoot, but I was waiting for a double. In less time than it takes to write this sentence, they half-strutted past the false hens and their heads practically merged into one target at 28 yards. I pulled the trigger and yet another double was added to my life list. Probably the most satisfying turkey hunt in a long line of them in Texas. Now, when I want to remember a hunt, I simply close my eyes and recall with clarity the vision of the bird that resides in my hard drive memory, forever I hope. In the future, though, for at least this one hunt, I can watch it on TV! A truly satisfying result to a tough hunt for Rios.
were I was previously hunting. The birds were gobbling in several different directions as I grabbed my gear and shotgun an headed into the flat. I found an area that had a lot of turkey droppings and strut marks on a two rut gas line road and cut my way into the base of a cedar tree about thirty five yards off the road. I set a hen decoy on the ground as if she was ready to breed about twenty yards in front of me. I was set up by 8:45 and started to call. The turkeys were still gobbling and they would answer my calls but would not come. They obviously had female company. I called pretty aggressively until 9:00 and then went to my every fifteen minute routine on the quarter hour. I received a text message from Bob just before 10:00 stating he had no heard anything and he was bummed. As I was going to respond to his message I caught movement to my right. Two longbeards were sneaking into the area silently. They made their way down the road and were looking for the hen that had been calling to them fifteen minutes earlier. The first gobbler stopped and I guessed he was about thirty five yards out and fired my gun. He dropped like a bad habit and the other bird ran down the road but stopped about sixty or seventy yards away. I did not get up right away because I thought this bird may come back to check out his dead compadre. After a couple of minutes I reached for my phone to text Bob back when the bird got to his feet and took off running after his buddy. I dropped the phone and jumped up and ran after him. He stopped at fifty or so yards and I tried to put him away but missed. He ran into the cedars and I chased him for what seemed a couple of minutes until I found him trying to get under a tree and finished him off. He was a three year old bird with one inch spurs and a nine inch beard. The wacky, weird and windy hunt had begun.
Well needless to say the economy is not as good as it was in 2007. I believe along with many economist this will be the year well-off individuals who are liquid will become millionaires with the right investments!
Don’t get me wrong not all ranches for sale in Texas are faced with the demands of financial difficulty, but there are several that are. We have a 4,515 acre ranch south of Sonora that we’re asking $975 an acre only because the owner is trying to get out from under this property(The pics are of this ranch!)! The ranch has county road access, working pens, water wells, rock house, barns and many other improvements. Property in this general area normally sells for $1,300+ an acre. Individuals from all over the US are making drastic changes to a more stable investment, like land. I guess they’re tired of losing hundreds of thousands of dollars in the stock market! With saying all that, put your money somewhere you have control over it. My optimistic mind is always thinking of ways to make the best out of the worst times. If you would like information on investment ranches please let me know. koby@5staroutfitters.com.

