It took me a few minutes shy of 10 hours to get it done today. It’s not my prettiest work but it will be memorable. I have been in and out of groups of birds all day. I haven’t heard a sound other the hens clucking and putting since daylight. I absolutely despise silent and non-responsive Tom’s. I had two gobbles from the limb in opposite directions around 6:30am. That was all from the testosterone junkies. But there again, why do they need to scream when they have 2-6 hens each and those hens hang around all freaking day long. I called up this birds’ hens 3 different times throughout the day. I really don’t think that I called him in….he was just a by-produ t of the process. He was with them two of the three times. The hens busted me twice, the second of which occurred at 1:10pm as I was about to squeeze the trigger on this joker. They split and took him with them. As much as I’d love to take credit for my awesome calling, I finally got him to pull a few yards away from the hens at 4:10 this evening with some scratching in the leaves and a couple of purrs. I’m wore out.
First kill out of the little SBE3 28ga. It’s pretty nasty. 38 yards. Barely twitched.
