Saturday afternoon I was on a small field and my brother texted me telling me there were birds on the far side of the plowed 80 acre field he was hunting. I packed up my decoys quick and headed the mile over to the far side of the big field. Came to the edge of the field and this tom was 20 yards away strutting all by himself - no hens around or anything. I quickly and quietly backed off 15 yards, dropped my bag and laid down. Gave a couple yelps, he would gobble back every time, and waited 5 minutes before he wandered over to see where the yelp came from.
Largest big I ever shot.
Spent Sunday morning watching this young tom constantly chase 4 jakes away from the hens. With the real deal right in front of him, I couldn't even get him to consider coming to check out my decoys.
Largest big I ever shot.
Spent Sunday morning watching this young tom constantly chase 4 jakes away from the hens. With the real deal right in front of him, I couldn't even get him to consider coming to check out my decoys.