I went for a noon hunt yesterday, and struck my gobbler up right off the bat. I called him in from 300 yds, only for him to hang up strutting at 75yds. This is the 5th or 6th encounter with him. I’m so done with this particular gobbler I belly crawled him to 40 only to get stymied by a Jake. I let him ease off, and went back after him this am.
I got in his back door this morning. I usually let the birds wake up on their own, but I hooted at him EARLY, and he gobbled in the dark. Got within 60yds of him, let out a series of tree yelps, waited until fly down time, and slapped my hat in the ground a few times. I saw him pitch out of the tree, and land right where I hoped he would. I needed him to move about 10 steps left, or right to get in the clear. I click the safety off, I have tension on the trigger. This bird is about to be flopping when all of a sudden a some goober comes tromping over the ridge right down my barrel. The bird takes flight, I said a few choice words, turned around, and walked off. SMH
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