I slipped up and let info leak once to a guy that I considered a trusted friend. The next morning he and two other guys went out to my spot and killed the double-bearded gobbler that I had found and had been hunting for a week.
Now I don't scout, I don't see anything, I don't hear anything, I don't smell anything, I don't hunt.
I have even had to swear my grandson to secrecy about where we hunt together. It is a crying shame, but it has become just like in the military, Don't Ask. Don't Tell.
FC