I'm filling sandbags and putting hay on to try and stop another breach. We've had a lot of water the last couple of days.
hunters, on these nat geo shows where people are in the middle of nowhere, a nomad is wandering around doing nothing and chooses to not eat vs killing a hen. why would you kill a tom turkey vs a hen? There are hens everywhere and 1 tom. Why take him out? 2. If you are starving and its not deer season, are you really not going to shoot one? I'll hang up and listen
It's just a tv show, and they're trying to paint those on it in a positive light of stewards of the land.
I'm not sure I understand your question, but in general, you take males because when you kill a male, you kill one Turkey. When you kill a female, you kill her, plus however many offspring she would have for every one of her productive breeding years. With deer, that's probably one her first, and two every year after for about 5, so including the doe, that might be 12 deer you are removing from the population rather than 1. So if you want to maintain population or allow it to increase, you are much better off taking males. If the goal is population reduction, you should start removing females.
Seems like it was hard for the guy to find a tom but hens were all around. I was thinking if you take the tom, hens wouldnt have a man to breed with. Take a hen and you still have a tom and 7 hens to breed. That was my line of thinking.
Love it when folks say they're smart. They aren't, just wary as hell. I've had some wild experiences killing big old toms, you've gotta know when to put that call down and wait.
I've had the bastards hear my safety click off when they're about 60 yards and off they go. They aren't necessarily smart, but they know if a damn leaf is out of place. Hens are their only real weakness
My dad saw a really beautiful mule deer buck get hit by an 18 wheeler a couple days ago, because it decided to cross a six lane interstate highway system. That was not smart. Aka, not wary. Bucks that only come out at night. Smart == wary. Bucks that wake up at 8 am, snort, walk out into a field, mill around. Not as smart.
A population of game birds lives and dies by its hatch numbers. Which, oddly enough, has very little to do with males. The ladies will get knocked up. It just might be next dude up.
Right here is why I don't hunt. I feel like I'm searching for Waldo looking at this picture. I would have shot the hell out of some bushes, though.
There is dark hole in the middle of those trees. He's in his bed at the bottom of it, body back to the right with his head turned to the camera. You can make out his antlers shining in the sun, and if the silly bastard had been further back in the shadows, he'd probably still be alive.