We were blessed to have the rain skirt around us all morning. Still overcast and no gobbling on the roost.
Did a little blind calling at daylight... nothing.
Stuck it out and around 8:45 the sun popped out and I gave a few soft yelps and clucks from my Billy Buice trumpet and he hammered! Continued to cluck and could hear him spitting and drumming heading my way. Hushed, got ready and he walked right up to me. Popped him at 10 yards.
11 1/4" beard, 1 1/4" spurs. A true Limb hanger. Heck of a good way to start the season. The I.T. guy in me masks my ugly mug for the world to see.