Thing Are Starting To Brake Open!!!

Yesterday morning started out like the last couple of days, with very little gobbling activity. I walk over to my old reliable spot, and sure enough there were two birds gobbling. I moved in as close as I could. The gobblers were already on the ground, and starting to gobble pretty good. As I took a mouth call out and was about to make my first call, it looked like Kamikaze planes flying in. There were hens coming in from every where, and going straight to the gobblers. They shut up and were headed out. Back at a field that I had to cross to get to the spot that I was at, one started gobbling. So back I went. He was all balled up and with a hen. Sooooo, I decided to put the old "Bobcat" stalk on him. It took me about an hour to get within 50-60 yards, and by this time the hen had left. I tryed doing some light calling, but got no response. After awhile He stopped strutting and walked back into the woods. I made some soft clucks and purrs on a slate call and got him to gobble back, in fact He got real fired up. It took him about another hour to come in. I first seen him at about 40 yards in the same wood line that I was in, but could not get a good shot. He came back into the field, and balled back up. I did some soft purrs with my natural voice. And He slowly came my way. I took the safety off, and got ready for the shot. I needed him to come more to my left for the shot. Straight in front of Me, was a couple of trees that crossed, and made a V. I thought to my self, if He stops there, I don't know if I can shoot threw the V or not?? Well, sure enough He stops in the V, He is about 35 yards out and something kind of spooked him, and He started get real nervous. So, I thought It was now or never, and pulled the trigger. I had the bead right on his neck. All I seen was tree bark flying.....You guessed it, I hit right in the middle of the V.
The gobbler just walked/ran off. He didn't have a clue as to what had just happened.

Well, I was feeling a little low after my miss. Around 3:30 my Wife asked if I was going turkey hunting this evening. I told her that I didn't really feel like going again today. She reminded me that I could not get a bird at home, and to keep trying.(I love my wife) Sooooooo, back to the woods I go. The farm that I hunt is just up the road a couple of miles, and the landowner has this new chocolate Lab pup. I have to stop and open a couple of gates. Well, this pup follows me to the woods. The other day, He did the same thing, but he stayed at the 4-wheeler. But not to day...... I had to keep running him off. After some time I was able to get away. I checked out a couple of fields and a couple of high points, and heard and seen nothing. So I decided to go to the spot that I killed my bird last year. I got good and comfortable and made a couple of calls. After just a few minutes, I heard a gobble off to my right. I called a little more and could tell it was two gobblers together, and they were closing the distance. I had a dead fall behind me, and was set up next to a logging road. I heard something behind me coming down the logging road. I turned, and it was that "Dang Dog"....
You talk about bad karma. He ran right past me at about 10 yards. Lucky for me, the dog was so stupid, that He could not find me. After a couple of laps, he ran back the way he came. I thought there's no way those birds are coming in. WRONG!!! Two long beards came strutting in to about 17 yards. I had to swing the gun a little, and dropped the hammer. DBD......24 lbs, 1 1/4 spurs and 10 1/2 inch beard.