Couldn’t buy a gobble yesterday. Today, I proudly tagged a jake that was anything and everything you could want in a turkey hunt. Three sets and 1000 yards from where I parked the truck. 100 gobbles, drumming when I finally got him to break to me. Hung up on me all three sets until he finally started inching to me. Threw the kitchen sink at him. Shut up on him. The only thing that made me stick with him was that he continued to gobble. Saw the red head approaching, was convinced I was hunting a wary old Tom, and sent a load of heavyweight 7’s his way prior to waiting to see if he was a long beard. Oh well. I reckon I have enough beards on the wall, but can’t think of a bird that I played such a long game of cat and mouse with.
Back in the pop up hoping for my first bow kill this morning. Foggy as all get out and still. Just heard a bird gobble at 6:44 which is the earliest I’ve heard one gobble over here this year, so maybe it’ll be a good morning.
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