Last October, I had a prime
opportunity to experience fall turkey hunting in a way I had never done
before. I was introduced to Vic, a young
male Vizsla and well-known turkey dog in Western Wisconsin. Vic was full of energy and seemed to be able
to smell the turkeys while still in the vehicle. His owner, who writes the online blog,
Charlie Elk (www.charlieelk.com), brought Vic to meet me in my favorite woods
in Dunn County, a special place where turkeys have been harvested for
years. This was my first time hunting
turkeys with a dog in the fall, so I was not sure of the techniques.
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| Two nice birds meandering through the woods we started at just a week before. |
We began by entering the woods and
letting Vic run off the leash. Like any
dog, Vic took a minute to mark his territory, sniff out the surroundings, but
then went to work as we crossed a dusting area that had been used recently by a
flock. Vic went into hunting mode and
the sound of his nose at work could be heard from yards away. He scoured every hillside, creek bed, and
blowdown that we crossed. It was an
interesting style of hunting; myself and Vic’s owner walked leisurely, enjoying
normal conversation and moving freely.
It was unlike any other hunt I had been on.
As we walked through the peaceful
autumn woods, it was explained to me that when Vic encounters a flock, he will
“scatter them”, or run at them to break them up, causing birds to fly off in
all directions, creating chaos. As any
avid outdoorsman knows, birds are very social and when separated, will call
incessantly to find each other until the flock is reunited. This was the concept that was used as Vic’s
owner had a handmade wingbone call hanging from his neck. When Vic scatters the birds, the hunters pick
a tree and sit quiet and motionless. Vic
is trained to immediately run back to his owner after the flock is scattered,
and sits on the opposite side, putting the hunter between him and the bird. As we crossed the swamp, Vic stopped in his
tracks and pointed to a dogwood bush.
Vic’s owner was aware of that behavior and said it was most likely a
grouse or pheasant, as he has Vic trained on both. Sure enough, a nervous male grouse began to
pout and ran out of the bush, but never flushed. It would have been an easy meal, and Vic
looked at me like he was disappointed that I didn’t take the shot, but he
understood that we were after another bird species and that shooting a grouse
at 10 yards with 12 gauge turkey loads would have ruined the meat anyhow.
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| Vic seemed to like the effort I put in, despite not bagging a bird. |
After covering approximately 500
yards in a counterclockwise motion, it was time to give Vic a break, as the
temperature was abnormally high and that dog was working his tail off to get on
birds for us. We had been crossing a lot
of fresh sign, including molting feathers, dust bowls, leaves scratched up and
fresh droppings. We were just entering
the “Oak Island” area of the woods when we heard a thundering noise of
commotion-Vic had flushed a flock! Vic’s
owner directed me to sit at the base of a tree and he made a quick whistle,
telling Vic to retreat. Vic came running
out of nowhere back to his owner and lay down beside him. What I witnessed next was unbelievable. Vic, the energetic puppy that seemed to drive
himself crazy searching for turkeys, lay motionless next to his owner. I tried to watch diligently for a blink, a
twitch of the ear, anything, but that dog looked like a statue. Vic’s owner began making putt-purrs and
yelps, in an attempt to pull the majority of the birds back toward my area for
a shot. A few hens responded, seemingly
coming closer (in Wisconsin, it’s legal to shoot a hen in the fall), but then a
handful of birds from the flock began vocalizing stronger and those hens went
right around the spot we were hunkered down in.
The whole time, even with live turkeys calling within 50 yards of him,
Vic stayed still, quiet, and blended right into the red and brown leaves on the
forest floor.
We could have chosen to chase that
flock around all afternoon, but with the high temperatures and humidity, and my
desire to bow hunt that woods in a few hours, we decided to call it quits and
head back to the truck. We did not
connect on birds that morning, but I was introduced to a new sport that grabbed
me by the reins and wouldn’t let go. I have
always enjoyed and respected hunting various game with dogs, including rabbits
with beagles, and now had a great understanding of the relationship between a
hunter and his dog. Vic’s owner gifted
me the same wingbone call we used on that hunt, and I grabbed a quick photo opp
with the famous turkey dog who showed me lots of love, even though I didn’t
harvest a trophy for all his hard work.
You can read Charlie's version of the hunt here: http://www.charlieelk.com/?s=skye, and check out more of his site to get the latest on all things turkey hunting.
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| A memento that hangs on my wall today, reminding me of the great time with Vic and Charlie. |
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