My Saturday morning hunt was one for the memory books.I still can't believe it happened the way it did.Climbed to the top of a mountain at 6:10 and hooted a few times.There were 2 birds that fired off in different directions that sounded like a long ways away.After thinking and listening for about 10 minutes I decided to cut the distance on the one to check if he was across the river.After walking about 150 yards the bird hammered again and he sounded a lot closer.He was under 200 yards but I believe he turned around in the tree which made him sound a lot better.I scanned the woods to find a place to hide and there wasn't much.I seen a old fallen long about 20 more yards ahead with a decent size stump on the bottom so I slid in next to it.Before I could even get my glass call out I heard scratching in the leaves.There was 2 hens that flew down and landed about 60 yards from me and were headed my
way.At that point my heart and mind started to race.Then I seen the fan on the long beard about 100 yards away.He put on a show strutting and gobbling every time a big red headed woodpecker would holler over his head.I thought for sure I was gonna get busted before I could pull this off.Those 2 hens slowly scratched there way around the log I was on and led this Tom to 32 yards.When he got to the end of the log I slowly leaned forward and he raised up his head to look at me so I let him have
it.So at 6:55 on opening morning I was done.After I took a few pics I sat there for a good 20 minutes soaking up the woods and the experience.There was so many ways I could have messed up this hunt like many before but the man upstairs had other plans and it played out perfect.Never had to hit the call and I was able to harvest a beautifull long beard.God is good.
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