Next time, it was a different story, sans crows!
I yelped,he gobbled FAR off. Another yelp,another far off one...Far enough away that I wasn't sure it was even a gobble.
Another yelp,then one closer. That was one for sure!
A few more and he was somewhere REALLY close! Sounds like 12 o'clock!
I'm looking and looking...Too many saplings to see him!
Then, another gobble...Sounds different this time...H-m-m-m...Still close...Oh, he's in the field! Still can't see him! Man, this is exciting!
I turn to the decoy which is behind me...There's a hen...Whoa, and a gobbler!
Damn, he saw me move! Starting to walk off, he goes behind a huge oak. Either way he goes, I got him! I wait and wait...He's not coming out either side! I lean back and there he is, walking straight away with the tree between him and me...He's at about 40 and walking away, nervous...I swing the gun around and get the dot on his noggin'...POW!!!
Different story this time...