Inside Out Outdoors

This week's video comes from the guys at Xtreme Pursuits Outdoors, whom we showcased before with their bow tuning/setup videos they so graciously allowed me to post.  Today I wanted to showcase one of their turkey hunting videos they put together from footage this season, so without further ado, here it is.

-C.B.

Here we sit juts hours away from the opener of the North Carolina Spring Turkey Season (the youth got started last Saturday, now it is time for the adults to join in the fun) and I am ready to go!  I ran across this earlier today on nchuntandfish.com and wanted to share it with everyone.  Forum member Hawglips posted it and if anyone is pumped up for tomorrow it is Hal as he gets it done every year in multiple states and lives to chase turkeys.  Below is his little ditty based off of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas", enjoy and good luck tomorrow all you NC guys!

-CB

I meant to get up the Photo of the Week yesterday but I was busy seeding a portion of the backyard in the morning and then attending a birthday party for my buddy's little girl.  Add in a late dinner with the wife and I really never got around to making a post yesterday, but here I am tonight doing so and with the turkey opener for NC coming up next Saturday I wanted to share a picture of a strutting tom.  I had lots to choose from but the one below, taken in Tennessee by Bowland Photography and shared on their photography blog, was the one that won the honor of getting shared with the readership of Inside Out (hopefully that number is not in the single digits!).  

Now it is Video of the Week time.  With part two of my outdoors filming blog series coming up this week, I thought it would be pertinent for this week's video to be one that I found on the Campbell Cameras Pro Staff blog.  It showcases b-roll footage and was filmed and edited by pro staff member Trent Busenbark and is entitled 2012 Nonsense.  Enjoy!

-C.B.

I finally had the chance to get out and do a morning of Turkey hunting.  I've never done much and really want to get some more experience and get my first Gobbler under my belt.  The only way to gain experience is to get out and give it a shot.  One of my buddies from high school Derrick Sherwood just returned from his tour with the Air Force in Qatar and he was of course ready to get out and do some hunting.
   
I got to Goldsboro Friday night and got everything ready  for the next morning.  We planned to hunt the land around Derrick's house.  I have a bunch of new Turkey hunting gear that I will review in up coming posts which include two new Avian-X LCD Turkey hen decoys.  These decoys are the most realistic, packable decoys I have ever had the pleasure of using!  I'll go into more details on them in a post to come soon!
   
I woke up around 5am on Saturday morning and got the coffee brewing and had to wake up Derrick who I guess was plotting to sleep the entire morning away..haha....We made it out to our spot in the corner of a field, set up up our small ground blind as there was a drainage ditch that went around the field so there was no easy way to conceal ourselves inside of the hardwoods.  With the blind set and the decoys in place we started to do some calling.  Derrick was using a slate call and I had a couple of new Quaker Boy diaphragm calls that I had been practicing on. 
   
The fog was heavy and low on Saturday and we did not get any responses from our wild counterparts that we were trying to entice!  However it was a great morning out in the woods and gave us some much needed time to work on our calling techniques.
   
I've attached a couple of photos from the hunt as well as a short video showing our setup.  I hope to get out at least one more time before the end of the season. 

-Paul Nicolucci

I'm a little late getting to this due to house closing items and getting started on a new project at work (thankfully I am finally back home in NC!), but here it is none the less, in all it's changing grammar tense glory.  Let me set the stage for you:  April 14th, 2012. 3:59 a.m. brings you to my pitch black apartment and a crowded bed consisting of myself, my wife and our 92-lb doberman mix.  The silence is broken up at 4:00 a.m. by the alarm I had set on my phone, thus beginning another year of what I consider the most frustrating season there is for me as a hunter:  Turkey Season.  Luckily this year I've got an Ace-in-the-Hole by the name of Derek, my buddy Seth's neighbor who loves the outdoors as much as we both do, and is a much better turkey hunter than I could even claim to be.  So with that in mind, I actually looked forward to that alarm going off and hopefully seeing my dry streak end when it comes to getting my hands around the neck of ol' Tom Turkey.

I fought through the morning fog that is waking up, getting all my stuff thrown into the Jeep and making the 20-minute drive over to Seth and Derek's neighborhood without any issues.  After a quick breakfast (gotta love New Yorkers like Derek and Paul who love a hot breakfast before hitting the field!), we loaded up Derek's truck and were off to public land in the South Mountains along the Cleveland, Rutherford and Burke county lines.  The hour and half long drive was a race against the rising sun and breaking daylight, but we were fortunate to race up the mountain, guns and my video camera in tow, just as the Spring woods were waking up.  We settled in along a road bed running along the spine of a ridge dropping off the side of the mountain.  Gobblers were sounding off below us left and right as night turned to morning, starting our waiting game along that road bed.  While all the action seemed to be below us, around 7:30 (or was it 8?) we heard something walking just below our ambush spot in the creek drainage on the opposite side of the road.  We waited, debating whether our ears were playing tricks on us or we actually had some kind of animal moving our way.  Suddenly I hear Derek yell in a whisper, "Turkey!" and get ready to make a move to a shooting position.  After a few seconds, I see a head pop out from behind a bush, then a neck and finally a whole Butterball turkey body.  The hen scratched the leaves, feeding her way along the drainage without a clue that two camo clad hunters were waiting to see if she had a fired up gobbler behind her.

It turns out she didn't and as we lost sight, and sound, of her, we decided to stick it out on this particular roadbed another 30 minutes or so, hoping a lonely tom would come in looking for our live decoy.  When it became apparent we would have to go find Mr. Lonely ourselves, the all familiar sound of crunching leaves made an appearance again, this time coming from the direction of where the hen had went.  Once again, Derek yelled while whispering that it was a turkey and of course that was followed by me seeing a head, then a neck and finally what turned out to be the same Butterball turkey body.  We watched and videoed the hen scratching and feeding, hoping this would be the time that a gobbler would silently come in strutting to his demise but it just wasn't in the cards.  Once she was gone from sight, we gained the 600-vertical feet as fast as we could to the saddle above where the hen had went, trying to either cut-off her and any turkey that may be with her if they decided to go up the mountain or try to coax an old Tom from off the top of the mountain.  We thought it had worked when we heard a few clucks and purrs coming from the thick undergrowth below us, but again our efforts didn't pay off. 

The rest of the day was spent listening to the wind howl up top while working our way along the side of the mountain, just below the top.  Another setup didn't produce even a peep so back down we went, setting up one more time along one of the many small creeks in the area before having to call it a day.  Even if some would consider that kind of day a bust, the fact that we got some good video of a turkey being a turkey, great audio of gobbling off in the distance and important "recon" information about the turkeys in that area (that will make more sense whenever I get around to typing up this past weekend's recap) made it hardly that.  We may have been unsuccessful in filling our tags or getting to lay eyes on strutting gobbler, but it was a worthwhile time being able to get out in the woods with a new hunting partner as well as finally being able to share a turkey hunting adventure with someone instead of going after them solo.  Until next time, may your shot always be true.

-C.B.