Man on Saturday I had 9 toms strutting and going crazy out in front of me. Closest they got was about 45-50 yds. Shotgun I think dead bird. Crossbow watch, enjoy the show but wait for anoher day for them to get closer. They still seem to be hung up with lots of hens.
Sunday. How can you go from birds everywhere to one lone hen yelp. Rain and thunder. Left and saw the flock out in the middle of a green field huddled together.
Monday. This mourning I saw something I have never seen before. I had a good vantage of a large bush/swamp area as there are no leaves out yet. The big boy started to gobble at first light. Continued to gobble after he hit the ground. He was on the oherside of the fence so I couldn't get closer. But I watched and listened as birds gobbled from 2 different areas then made there way accross the bush/swamp towards the big boy gobbling. Not hens but toms and jakes. I managed to call 2 of them within 10 yards (actually I think they just where going to walk that way but to make me feel better I'll say it was my calling
) but no matter how hard I looked their beards stayed about 6 inches long and they stayed as jakes so I let then walk. Once all the birds got to where the big boy was gobbling he went quiet. I never heard them again. I have seen hens going to a tom before but I think every bird in that woods came to where the boss was calling. Kinda neat to see and hear actually.
If I could only call like that tom I could have my pick of any bird in that bush
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