Tom had the opportunity of showing up Monday evening just hours in front of the storm and had spent the last two days snowed in at the lodge without even a chance of stepping foot outside due to the 60 mph winds and whiteout conditions. I could tell he was chomping at the bit to get out and pound some ground.
I had just unloaded my gear into the heated hunting garage when Dave joined us and explained that since we still had a couple hours of daylight left and this was the first chance the turkeys had to get out and feed in the past two days, we needed to hit the road and try and put a couple birds to bed and maybe even get a crack at a nice tom before dinner. Tom and I hopped into Simba, Dave’s jacked up Nissan Land Cruiser which I quickly found out you do not mistake for a Jeep, and off we went. We checked out several different areas and each place Dave took us to had flocks of turkeys trudging through the deep snow. Unfortunately they were all on the roads and most of the time were found running in front of the truck not wanting to dive into the 5 foot snow banks. We finally found a nice quiet feeding area that had about 50 turkeys using it and Dave explained that he had the lease directly adjacent to the property which was right in between the roost ridge behind us and the private little feeding area the birds were now using. We counted over 6 big toms in full strut which got all of our blood boiling. We had definitely found our morning spot.