Sorry about dragging an innocent into the whole shebang, Eric. Now I gotta try to remember where I got that wonderful yelper!
It was not Eric Krewson that made the came yelper turkey call, it was Jonathon Creason. I was close, but no cigar.
Took that call and two box calls out this morning at quarter of O'crap. According to my GPS, I covered 8.11 miles of ridgelines around Shanks Quarry and Wild Irishman Gulch. And all to absolutely no avail. I did not get a single gobble ANYWHERE. The hens should about be setting the eggs by midmorning, leaving the gobblers high and dry without no lovin'. Normally this is some of the wildest turkey calling, but today was a absolute unmitigated flop.
Came home about 1:00 p.m. footsore and weary. Someone showed up and wanted to finish his bow, so I sat in the garage drinking iced tea and telling him what he was doing wrong. He took his floor tillered red oak pyramid all the way to finish tillered. He's hitting low 40's at 26 inches and about 45 at 27. We touched her up with a palm sander and 100 grit sandpaper. I then sent him home with several grades of finer grit and instructions to wear his arms out.