After years of gobbler seasons, they can still get better
HUNTING — At least 8 gobblers raising hell in every direction from my stand from 5:15 a.m. to 6:25 a.m. this morning, opening day of the spring wild turkey season.
Then the woods virtually went silents — except for the damned flicker that kept coming by to drum on a nearby bird box and establish its territory.
At 7:25, my calls were answered in one of the best two minutes of turkey hunting in my career.
Shot this boy strutting with my decoy as at least three hens were within 15 feet of me. Had to wait a bit longer as a hen walked in at 10 feet and stopped with its head directly in line with the bead on my shotgun and the gobbler.
Could have bagged a second gobbler, but … naw.
Awesome morning of turkey hunting, just when I was thinking it was getting old.