This was The Opener here in KY. Angus and I went out to the Honey Hole. I've never seen it like this. We had a bunch of gobblers honoring our calls. It went quiet after sun-up; my theory is the sandwich truck comes by and they all go out on break or something. A little later we had hens come in on us, then a gobbler showed up and started to mount a hen just on the other side of a bush from us. Then there was some serious flogging going on just out of view, then a gobbler showed up less than 10 yards from us and poked his head out. . .
Drat! I could not get my gun up before he was gone. He hung around for a while though-- thought we might call him back in. Funny thing is I nailed a gob in the same exact spot there last year on the Opener, and he never saw me. The diff? Today it was sunny. Last year it was cloudy.
Then another gob came out in the road about 40 yards out. In the past, I've nailed three gobs from that same stretch of road, but this gob found the one spot where it was easy to make me. Curses! Foiled again.
The wind came up. We got up to stretch, and three jakes showed up at the blind. As long as we stayed still, they just stood there watching us, but as soon as Angus reached for his gun. . . Vooom! Gone.