Trying to figure out who put all of this bad luck off on me, what kind of spell has been cast or whatever.
I get to the woods this morning not expecting to hear anything and to my surprise 3 different birds start sounding off. All 3 are off of our property, the closest one I guessed to be about 200 yds or so. I didn't think I had a snowball's chance, but it was the only game in town, so I set up with a small hill between me and them (if he came over the hill it would have about a 30-33 yd shot)
I listened to them as they greeted the morning (40-50 gobbles between them), when I could tell the one closest to me was on the ground, I yelped and purred a few times and he answered me, he gobbled around 25 times or so on the ground.
I couldn't never really tell if he was getting closer or not, sometimes he sounded like he was and then it seemed like he wasn't moving much.
He decided to get quite, we played this little game for about 30-45 minutes, I thought he could be coming, and then I told myself, no way.
I turned my head to look to my right and when I turned back to the left there he stood looking for that lonesome hen, 31 yards away (later measured it), he moved behind a couple of pine trees, I raised the shotgun waiting for him to come out from behind the trees, he steps out, I pull the trigger CLICK the shell misfires, does not go off, just a loud click in those quite woods.
He starts putting and acting nervous, starts walking off, I try very slowly to chamber another round in, but he had no part of that. The shell was a 20ga. 3' Hevishot Magblend