Good wet morning- went back to where I hunted Tuesday looking for redemption. Set up a stupid blind because sugar melts you know- the plan was to hop in it if nothing was going on and try to catch a gobbler trying to dry off. Well, of course a bird hammers away too close for me to step out into the open and move. So in the blind I go- I'm basically trapped like the idiot I am for even putting the dumb thing up. So I tried anyway- he liked what I was sayin- but I knew it was a long shot. So, he tortured me over and over. Finally I get out of the blind and go after him- I slip in the woods he was in, cutt and Yelp. And his hen takes him further away. So I march my fat butt all the way around, past my blind on the edge of the road up to a small "field". I stop, and can hear a bird drumming. So I set out the decoys I grabbed on the way by my blind- called a little, and he drums- walks off, flys across a ditch and gobbles- when he does, the original bird gobbled too and had moved back towards where I called to him. So, there I go back to the blind, pack it up and slip around and up into the woods. I'm slipping along to where the woods opens up, and pick a good tree as a goal, make it there- and the sob drums- about 40 yards away and through a tangle of crap- thankfully. Throw some soft yelps at him and he fires back. This is now at 1030. Gobbler Yelp at him and he drums. And drums. And drums. I can see him through this crap, and he is just an sing there drumming, and drumming and drumming- he would raise his head- and then drum and drum some more- he gobbles a little too. This MFR is IN GUN RANGE and I can't shoot- all I can do is listen to him drum. So, after about 50 straight minutes of this Chinese water torture in the form of a gobbler strutting in range without a shot, he starts to move to my advantage- he pops out, and got a load of hevi 6,s. Good bird, about 18-20 pounds, 10.5 inch beard, 1 inch curved Spurs.
