The Liver is frustrated.

Ok this past weekend was gonna be my big chance to score a gobbler. I drove from The Fort all the way down to southeast Indiana. I have 5 different farms to hunt down there and feel pretty blessed. I went to my uncle Dave's farm the first morning. I hit the owl call when I got to the woods, nothing. I had an idea where I wanted to sit anyway. It was located at the bottom of a field surrounded by woods on three sides. The side to my left was about 200 acres of standing hardwoods. Behind me was about three acres and the woods to my right was a narrow finger that followed a ravine for about 300 yards. When I got the blind set up, to my surprise a gobbler cut loose in the big woods to my left. He was only about 60 yards away. How could I get this lucky. My mind raced as to what to do. I knew he didn't see me due to good cover between us. I finally settled down and let him pound away without any response from me. I figured it to be about 20 minutes before he would fly down. There was no reason for me to call at this point. He had a perfect path to me from a logging road exiting the big woods. I dialed in my Matrix blind to make sure not much light would get in. I was ready. I finally let out a couple of soft clucks to let him know I was there. He hammered back at me. A little voice inside said not to call anymore. They always seem to fly down and go the other way on me. When he flew down, he did just that. I figured I had to get a little more aggressive with him at this point. He gobbled all the way down the hill behind me. I could hear him several hundred yards away. I finally heard him coming back toward me. He entered the small woods behind me and gobbled about every 5 minutes. He was about 100 yards away at this point. I didn't hear him for awhile and didn't know where he was. He let out a gobble about twenty minutes later in the small finger woods to my right. He started at the bottom and went all the way up to the top, but would not come into the grass field where I was sitting. Finally a hen came to my calls (Which I have on video). She made that ol boy crazy. He was much more aggressive with her calling than I was. She ate some clover and finally went on her way toward the big woods where I first heard the turkey gobble on the roost. The gobbler went all the way back down the finger woods and entered the small woods behind me. He was still gobbling at 10:00. He must have been getting horse by now. I stopped calling for about twenty minutes and finally decided to do a little cluck and purring just out of boardom. I didn't know if he was still around anymore. I pick up my slate and made about half a note on it and BAMMMM!!! He gobbled right behind my blind. I mean right behind. 5 yards!! Needless to say my skin turned inside out!! This part of my blind was completely blacked out and I had my chair up against it. There was nothing I could do. He gobbled again at 10, 20, and 30 yards. I never did see that bird. I couldn't have shot him anyway due to all the cover behind me. He finally quit at exactly 10:46 a.m. I decided to hunt the bottom of the small woods that night and the next morning and saw nothing. I then hunted the roost area on Sunday night. A hen came with 4 yards of me to roost at exactly 8:24. She wasn't happy about my presence when I took down the blind at dark. The poor thing went banging into every tree in the woods. The next morning (Monday) I decided to make a long hike up a big hill on another farm. I knew this area had a ton of birds but it was not fun to get to. I decided I would go light. No blind, chair, dekes, or binoculars. just me, the gun, and my calls. I only would have till 8:00 am to hunt do to a sales call I had to make in KY. I got up the hill to my spot a little late. I walked slowly hoping to hear some gobbles. The birds weren't making any noise. I picked a place to sit that was backed up by a broken off cedar tree. Perfect cover I thought. I gave out a few low volume clucks and had a turkey on top of me 2 minutes later. I couldn't tell what it was, but knew I would have to position myself different If I were to get a shot. It went behind some trees and I slowly began to move. The second I did it flew away. Dang!!! I just blew it. I called again and had another turkey come in right behind me. I was only a few yards away and putted for some time. It didn't see any decoys and finally went back to where it came from. I never saw that bird. I tried to hold still this entire time. A short time later. I heard turkeys to my left and then more turkeys to my right. I never saw them, because I didn't want to move. I kept my gun and head in the shooting position for probably twenty minutes and just couldn't take it any more. I had to re- adjust. Luckily the birds were gone and I didn't get busted. Not long after that another bird came in where the very first one did. I again couldn't tell what it was, but had to adjust my position if I was going to get a shot. I don't feel that I even moved an inch, but it flew off just like the first. Busted again. I don't know how you guys hunt without a blind! I just can't sit still enough. It was now only 7:30 am. I only had a half hour left, but had turkeys in my lap pretty much since the second I sat down. I decided I needed to call some more. I picked up the slate and gave it one note only to see a large black object fly off that was 35 yards in front of me behind some sporadic cover. Busted again!!! This time for calling. I called one time too many just like with the first day gobbler. When I was traveling to my KY appointment, I was kicking myself, but trying to figure out how to get back to that spot one last time. I would have to move my appointment in Carrollton KY on Tuesday to the afternoon. I called my contact and he said it would actually work better for him in the afternoon. I did a little celebration dance while driving. I would get to go back to the honey hole the next day. This time I would take the house and furniture with me. I got up at 4:45 a.m. just to make sure I could get up there with all my stuff before daylight. Everything was perfect, so at least I thought. The next day I only saw one turkey and it walked in and out of my life before I could tell what it was. When I called, I would occasionally get turkeys to responds with cuts about 150 yard away, but they didn't sound like they wanted to come in. It sounded like they were pointing a finger at me shouting for me to stay away. I sat in that blind from 5:45 a.m till noon. I heard one ragged sounding gobble the whole time and it was pretty far away. If you read through this whole thing, I thank you. I pretty much need therapy at this point. Seeing that some of you got birds this weekend didn't help my spirits but I am happy for you. I know how much it means to score on these birds. I guess if I don't get one soon, I will have to go down to Kroger and just stare at the Butterballs thinking what could have been. Larry