Well, opening day was a bust. Heard excellent gobbling off the roost, but I didn't know the area as good as I should have, and the birds were all in the upper field, and no amount of coaxing would bring them any closer. Left there, and went to where H killed his bird last week. Silent as a tomb.
Took a buddy of mine to another good spot, and hunted till noon. Still nothing.
This morning, went up behind a good friends house, and heard a ton of gobbling at another good spot, so I picked up my stuff, and went there.
My calling got an instant response, and game on! I climbed up the hill as fast as an old, fat guy could, and got set up off the upper field.
I heard 2 gobble right off to my Primos Box Cutter, and here we go! I played cat and mouse, till all heck broke loose with thundering gobbles right to my right about 10 yards up the field!
I get my gun up and ready, and the first bird walks into gun range. Jake. He was followed by 2 more jakes, and they all milled around 10 yards in front of me. All of a sudden, they all gobbled and scared the crap out of me!
They hung around until they were scared out of the field by 2 deer.
Pretty exciting morning. I'm headed to a field tommorow where my FIL killed a nice tom this morning, and there is one tom left.
