Ive been hunting long enough to know that in Spring Gobbler hunting things can change on a dime. Yesterday was just that lesson. After scoring Thursday I had a pretty good idea that the birds were starting to break up a bit and a few areas they were at. Saturday morning stated out OK with me hearing a bird on the roost. He wasnt as close as Id like but I was on the opposite side of a field with decoys out so I stayed put. After hitting the ground he pitched down the other way and down a steep hill to a very low bottom. I could hear him gobble a few times and figured he had hens. I decided to explore some different areas to see what was happening. It got windy and just didnt feel like a great day to hunt but I stuck with it. After walking quite a ways and calling I rested for a bit on a point and the wind was howling. I decide to go out another ride and at the end had a gobbler answer...WAY off. I sat there for a bit to see if it would gobble again but no luck. I came back and decided to hunt an area that I dont get to hunt very often. After getting in there a ways I make a call before getting into a ridge that holds birds..immediate answer from a pair of gobblers. Wow, just when you think things are not going to happen, a gobble changes everything in an instant. Scrambling to set up I figure they were going to come in to this nice pretty little green field.....remember this part. No time to set a deke so I just set up and give a yelp...cut off Gooobblle. Cool.I do a few purrs but no answer, so I wait a bit and yelp again...closer...double gobbles from both....but coming to my left. I shift around and wait...purr some more, silence...hmmm. Ok Ill give them another yelp....double and triple gobbles. At this point I would have normally shut up but because it looked like they were going to come to my left or behind I had to keep checking them because when they showed up they would be in range. I gave another yelp and this time they gobbled until they were out of breath, that is so awesome to hear that. I shift again as they are CLOSE. After a bit I figure I better check one more time to make sure the gun is aligned to their arrival point...Its that close gobble that rattles and roars...holy cow they are right there, then I see two heads bobbing in the thick brush. The one gets to the right while the other steps closer, then behind a big pile of mess. OK come to the right one step...no he decides to come left, a little shift of the gun and I make the shot count. At the shot the other bird gobbles....I jump up to run to them as I hear no flopping.....and see a motionless longbeard laying there. Not too often to you get them stone dead without a flop so I was happy to see him there. The other bird flew in a tree and stayed there for a bit putting at me....wondering where his buddy had gone. He then flew away and I carried the bird out to the area where I figured they would come to and played with a new app on my Iphone that is a camera delay. Works pretty cool. What a great hunt. It is amazing that you feel like its just not gonna happen but then that sound we all thrive to hear changes it all. What an exciting hunt.
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Way to go definetly got luck on your side..
That pic above is pretty close, for me anyways.