I hunt north of Fort Calhoun in the hills overlooking the Missouri River bottoms lands. Woods, steep hills, flowing water, and crop land make this an ideal place for the birds to thrive. This fall the landowner had rented his pasture and while he said come out anyway, I decided to wait till the cows were gone. With a mild fall, the cows stayed a lot longer than I planned. The owner did not move them until deer season started. Nebraska is a rifle state, and I was not going to hunt or roam around the farm during the deer season. I hunt deer in Iowa so my scouting that was done earlier in the year would not apply. Also the weather turned really bad by the time I was ready to hunt. It turned really cold and the ground was covered with snow.
The first day I stayed on the north end of the farm moving around, sitting, listening, and waiting. There was not a lot of tracks of either deer or turkey. The landowner stated that they were not seeing many birds around the house and rarely saw any deer. This was unusual. Last fall when I drove up his road it was like running an obstacle course with all the deer and turkey running around. Then the reason why came bounding out of the house. They bought a new dog, and she loved to chase the birds and wildlife when they came near the house. It was time to move down south.
As I moved into the terraced pasture ground, the presence of tracks became more prevalent. This was more like what I had been used to seeing on this farm. I came to a grove of trees and the snow was literally pounded down with turkey and deer tracks. It was late in the morning, so I set up above the grove of trees and just glassed the area. There was no sign of any movement either in the trees or beyond to the corn field.
|The grove of trees looking west. Notice the gun and chair. I sat for about an hour on the other side of the tree but saw nothing.|
I then moved up to the top of the hill, and down the fence line bordering the landowners farm. I can go south to his southern fence line, but I cannot go east as I would be in a no hunting area. Tracks ran up and down the hill. As I got to the bottom, the turkey had the snow packed solid.
The plans are made. Tomorrow morning before the light of day, I will be sitting right where this picture was taken.
Good hunting, good fishing, and good luck. Hank
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