Post by songdog on May 9, 2008 22:07:18 GMT -5
After 17 straight days of lousy weather, no gobbling,and my own ineptness I finally scored on a bird this morning, my last day to hunt.
I went back to a spot where I got close to a bird on the roost Wednesday. I blew it with a lousy set-up and watched him as he walked back and forth along a ridgeline 60 yds. away. All I could do was wait until he left and try to move in closer and call him back. No dice. He walked away gobbling.
So today I hear him on the next ridge over and I hustle over and do a tree call but this time I move in 25 yds closer to the ridgeline and shut up. As I sat down a bird flew off the roost about 20 yds , I knew it wasn't the gobbler but figured that I blew another set-up. The only good thing was that the bird didn't give off an alarm putt he just flew off.
I was sitting there thinking that one time I'm too far away and the next time I,m too close . This just hasn't been my year. I decided to wait and see which way the gobbler would head and try to move in front of him after he flew down. When all of a sudden I hear him pitch down , I look to my left and he is sailing toward my ridge and lands 15 yds. in front of me. He seems to be looking straight at me but I am pretty well hidden . All he has to do is take one step and his head will go behind a tree. I waited for an eternity and finally he took that step, I raised my gun and let loose a load of #5,s as he stepped out in the open. 22 pounds, 10 1/2 inch beard and 7/8 spurs.
Praise the Lord . This season has been so messed up that I was sure there would be no bird for me this year.
Hang in there you guys it can happen.
I went back to a spot where I got close to a bird on the roost Wednesday. I blew it with a lousy set-up and watched him as he walked back and forth along a ridgeline 60 yds. away. All I could do was wait until he left and try to move in closer and call him back. No dice. He walked away gobbling.
So today I hear him on the next ridge over and I hustle over and do a tree call but this time I move in 25 yds closer to the ridgeline and shut up. As I sat down a bird flew off the roost about 20 yds , I knew it wasn't the gobbler but figured that I blew another set-up. The only good thing was that the bird didn't give off an alarm putt he just flew off.
I was sitting there thinking that one time I'm too far away and the next time I,m too close . This just hasn't been my year. I decided to wait and see which way the gobbler would head and try to move in front of him after he flew down. When all of a sudden I hear him pitch down , I look to my left and he is sailing toward my ridge and lands 15 yds. in front of me. He seems to be looking straight at me but I am pretty well hidden . All he has to do is take one step and his head will go behind a tree. I waited for an eternity and finally he took that step, I raised my gun and let loose a load of #5,s as he stepped out in the open. 22 pounds, 10 1/2 inch beard and 7/8 spurs.
Praise the Lord . This season has been so messed up that I was sure there would be no bird for me this year.
Hang in there you guys it can happen.
