Well, I had an interesting afternoon yesterday . Slept a bunch , at the base of an old oak.
Finally , I get my feet under me and move to the other end of the ridge ,,,still scratchin' my head , Wayne . Before I reach my destination a gobbler sounded off . I messed around for about a half hour , him gobbling like it was early April , picking a choice set up .
He was off about 100 yards at the far end of his gobbling circuit , and got as close as 40 - 50 yards . I tried to make him suffer with Scott's glass pot call . He cut me off a couple different times . I had no tree to set up on , so I squatted like a caveman along the brushline , with the double trained on one chance spot of entry into my zone . A jake began yelping back behind me . So , I begin clucking and purring on the glass and turning my face away from the gobbler I'd yelp at the poor little jake . The tom went silent at that point and when he did gobble he was about 30 yards . I could not see him , nor could he have seen me if I had been jumping up and down . I mean it is thick as dog hair in early January . Then it began to rain . Tom is still gobbling drifting in and out , back and forth .Jake still sounds like he could break out in tears at any moment .
I got up and began slowly moving in the 12 inch grass of the tractor path. Tom left the woods for a 200 acre barren field . I held off calling . Talk about ears ? He was at least 40 yards (judging by sound of his gobble) and I was moving at a snails pace . He gobbles at 40 . Seconds later he gobbled 4 full length gobbles in rapid succession , just across the fence , which ain't more than 10 steps . Talk about partin' hair ! I know a little what CutnRun heard when that bird did that right behind him. Then he returned to 30-40 yards and resumed gobbling . Jake is still lonely , and no doubt scared to admit it or come in .
Rain is picking up and my double is gettin' wetter than I like . So I just see how much I can get away with . Ten yards of dense cover , with tiny openings to look through . If a two year old angus steer had been standing broadside against the far side , I couldn't have made him out . I never moved fast . But that old bird made me out . He didn't putt . He just quit gobbling . So I tested him with some of my best cuttin' on the XT Havoc mouthcall . It didn't phase him . I knew for sure that he saw my movement .
I would have stayed till quitting time if the rain hadn't started . But , no complaints . I still have a tag in my pocket . It doesn't bother me at all . Yesterday mornings brief engagement with the drummin' bird was worth more than $24 to me . I fooled that bird ,,,for a while anyway .