The close encounter for me this morning.
I had left Rut at a strutting spot we found yesterday that had enough gobbler dropping to start a fertilizer plant.
I'd worked out over the morning about 1/2 a mile on an old logging road. Heard a few distant gobbles , but no real players. Got a text from Rut that he was working his way back, so I got up from a spot that I had been sitting for a half hour or so. Walked back along the road about fifty yards and a gobbler self gobbles on a road below me. I cut the distance by about half as he's below me just self gobbling. I get seated, run my slate. He gobbles back. I figure...it's on. Five minutes later the next gobble, he's going away, and I hear him fade away. Scratch my head, and head back up to the upper road to walk out.
I get a couple hundred yards closer to the truck, figure it's new ground , so I run the slate. Bird on the lower road responds. Same deal. I get ready. Figure he's going to come... He walks back to where we first started this. Now he's gobbling every minute.
New plan. With him running his mouth, I'll get in tight. I work my way in on him. He's around a corner. No more than 50 yards. But I can't see him. I get set. Run the call. He responds. For the next twenty minutes, he'd walk almost to the corner gobbling. Then walk away. He did that at least 4x. And this is where I screwed up....
There was an embankment that over looked his strutt area. Figured I could get there and shoot him when he did one of his turn arounds. I make the move. Do my crawl. Just about as I was getting ready to peek over he gobbled below me. Ten yards maybe. He then proceeded to walk around the corner, over to the tree that I had been leaning against. Just couldn't close the deal. Too much cover in the way. Never boogered him. He just walked off and never gobbled again.
Pretty long story for not killing a bird!!!!