Walked up the hill in the dark this morning, season ends tomorrow. Figured it would be my last hunt here, we have a wedding to attend tomorrow, and won't get many points for hunting before it.
Not a gobble to be heard this morning. Dead still, and clear. Didn't figure much would happen. As it started to get light, I ran a few tree yelps, just to see if something was close...nothing. Thinking, nothing to loose, I slipped down a ridge as it was getting more light. Ran a box fairly loud just trying to strike something. Nothing.
Walked back and sat. About every ten minutes I'd run a series of calls. Third run, about 30 minutes in, gobbler cut me off. One gobble. About 5 minutes later he came strutting in. I gave him a minute or so as he beat the poor Jake decoy. No second bird, so I shot him as he stood on the decoy.
He was still flopping when a second Tom came from the opposite direction. He came in and thrashed the dead bird. Had his way with him, and wouldn't leave. Took a few pictures, and finally had to move deliberately to get him to leave.
Doesn't look like an upgrade. I'll put a tape to him shortly.
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