Conclusion: The Oak Ridge Caper
Figuring I'd already invested so much time into killing D3, I stuck with him the final morning.
I slipped into the 40 under the cover of darkness, found a setup between the ridge and a small flat where D3 had been two days earlier, and then waited an hour for the show to begin.
When D3 gobbled -- surprise! -- he was in a tree he'd never used previously. Then he flew down with hens and started strutting and drumming. He actually answered my yelps twice that morning, and I had the safety off once. However, after an hour, he and his hens had somehow skirted around my setup and wandered off to the west. I'd been whipped again.
As I walked off the property, I silently hoped D3 had spawned many offspring. That way, I could at least have a chance of killing a 2-year-old at the 40 some day.
What decision did you make? Did you make the right call?
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