Well, y'all know the song.
I struck out on the Texas hunt. It certainly wasn't the hunt I had imagined though.
It rained every day, except for the first afternoon. It was very windy, even for Texas. The winds howled every day but today. Still, the birds gobbled on the roost, but once they flew down, they wanted nothing to do with our calling. In fact, when you called to them, they shut up and went the other way.
So we ended up having to set up near the roosts in the mornings and afternoons, and hoped we were lucky. Of course I'm not. My 3 buddies all picked right, and found themselves in position to score on one bird each. Not what they'd imagined either. I picked the wrong spots at the wrong times and only saw one gobbler, and of course he was out of range. I even hunted some spots and saw nothing, then later 2 of the guys hunted the same spot and shot gobblers.
One last hunt tomorrow morning before we leave for Mexico, but of course it is raining again tonight, and is supposed to rain balls all day tomorrow.
So that's out.
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!! Bloom, despair and agony on me!! &$#@?£?¥%!!!!
Sent from deep in the woods where the critters roam.
