I’ve made very limited effort to turkey hunt the local WMA that absorbed my old club and have only run into a handful of other folks. Only two that I can recall running across behind a gate. One was rather pleasant and we had a nice, brief chat about the land. The other was gruff and unpleasant. He asked rather pointedly if I’d seen his truck parked at the gate. I told him I’d better not have since I walked into there from my private lease adjacent. I knew which gate he meant. I also know there’s 1750 acres behind that gate and 7 gates that could get a turkey hunter to the same place we were.
