Setterman
Well-Known Member
This morning greeted me with complete silence at sunrise all the way until I finally struck a bird around 8:30 am. The perfect bird it seemed as well, once he gobbled the first time he pretty much gobbled non stop as I made my move to the finger he was on.
I slid into position no more than 100 yard from him as his loud mouth made it possible pinpoint him and allowed me to get a pretty ideal set up. First call once set up was immediately answered, I set the call down and in no time he fired off danger close. Soon I heard him drum and saw him in full strut heading on a rope to his death.
meanwhile a second bird started gobbling down below me several hundred yards in a bowl.
Watching bird the original bird strut slowly to his death was setting up perfectly, as he crossed 70 yards. 60 yards, and all of a sudden at 50 yards and minutes away from death he broke strut ran his head up and reset his wings. At this moment my Mind immediately thinks how the F did he see me? I was statue still and hidden very well.
the bird below me had continued to gobble and seemingly had gotten closer, but I didn't pay much attention as I was focused.
as I watched the original bird nervously pace about I caught movement off to my left and two jakes topped the finger. When they did the original bird turned and left. I threw a last ditch call his way which he immediately gobbled at but still left. The jakes followed.
Dumbfounded I decided screw it, I will turn my attention to the other bird who was gobbling like crazy now. In no time he was close, then footsteps in leaves, and gobbling right on top of me. I waited and caught movement then out steps another jake, then another jake who immediately gobbles. This was obviously the other bird gobbling.
For the first time in my turkey career I had jakes completely bust a hunt and save a longbeards life That I know of. It was interesting to witness, and although A little frustrating also kind of entertaining. A sure thing kill, stolen by the rowdy neighborhood kids haha.
This sport is so much fun, frustrating, bizarre, and full of twists and turns.
I slid into position no more than 100 yard from him as his loud mouth made it possible pinpoint him and allowed me to get a pretty ideal set up. First call once set up was immediately answered, I set the call down and in no time he fired off danger close. Soon I heard him drum and saw him in full strut heading on a rope to his death.
meanwhile a second bird started gobbling down below me several hundred yards in a bowl.
Watching bird the original bird strut slowly to his death was setting up perfectly, as he crossed 70 yards. 60 yards, and all of a sudden at 50 yards and minutes away from death he broke strut ran his head up and reset his wings. At this moment my Mind immediately thinks how the F did he see me? I was statue still and hidden very well.
the bird below me had continued to gobble and seemingly had gotten closer, but I didn't pay much attention as I was focused.
as I watched the original bird nervously pace about I caught movement off to my left and two jakes topped the finger. When they did the original bird turned and left. I threw a last ditch call his way which he immediately gobbled at but still left. The jakes followed.
Dumbfounded I decided screw it, I will turn my attention to the other bird who was gobbling like crazy now. In no time he was close, then footsteps in leaves, and gobbling right on top of me. I waited and caught movement then out steps another jake, then another jake who immediately gobbles. This was obviously the other bird gobbling.
For the first time in my turkey career I had jakes completely bust a hunt and save a longbeards life That I know of. It was interesting to witness, and although A little frustrating also kind of entertaining. A sure thing kill, stolen by the rowdy neighborhood kids haha.
This sport is so much fun, frustrating, bizarre, and full of twists and turns.
