May 1st 2008 opening day in Vermont, I hooked up to hunt with my mentor for the first time in 10 years. I brought him to my secret spot where you have a choice of a mountain on each side of the dead end road. We went our separate ways at day break to see what we could strike up, covering as much ground as we could.I headed to an area where I was sure that I would catch gobbler on the roost. I heard a gobble on the other side of the road. After no answer on my side, I cut down to the field and walked the edge to where I thought I might be able to get one to come in.I set up my decoys,sat down,and a bunch of hens came off of the roost just inside the woods alarm puttin' all the way. !!!BUSTED!!!
As a ditch effort I gave 3 yelps. No sooner did I yelp I heard a gobble about 100 yards away,seconds later he toched down 7 yards from where I had sat down,seconds after that he was in the bag. A couple hours later, A couple of miles away I caught onto a gobbler. Out of exitement I left my calls in the truck. A couple hundred yards into the woods ,no calls,and a gobbler thats on fire!!!! I sat down under a maple tree and yelped with my mouth.No diaphram,just my mouth.In mid yelp I caught a glimps of him running toward me about 60 yards away. He ran up to about 15 yards. Another one in the bag. It was a bitter sweet victory. I was glad that I had limited out with my first 2 longbeard but disappointed that my season was over.