I flew down to a club I joined in my home town in Santa Rosa County.
My buddy really wanted to go so we picked up in the morning and set up near a spot they tend to roost at, busted one bird and I got a little discouraged.
Heard the first gobble at 0700 which is kinda late, it had gotten windy so I opted for the Tom Teaser, Dominant Hen box call. One series and two belted off in the pines bordering a creek bottom.
Silence for 15 minute. And I hit them again, they answered and were coming in hot. I was really hoping my buddy would bust his first bird, but they smelled a rat when they turned into a logging deck. I had watched them pass and they retreated the same direction. I cut it up on my diaphram and one froze. Lights out at 52 yards.
It was a good day! I went out that night and had some of the biggest and best oysters I've had in a long time.
On a side note, I picked that bird up after the head step and he sure played possum, I've got the spur scar to prove it. Tough critters!
Scott
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