Like many have said, patience/restlessness is probably my biggest weakness. But it's one I'm ok with. I hunt to have fun. Sitting through long spells of silence hoping that he's sneaking in becomes boring after a while. There is a time and a place for it, and I do it plenty when the situation dictates. But more often than not I'll get up, cover more ground, and try to strike a "hot" one. Without a doubt it costs me some birds, but I'm having fun.
With three young kids, a wife, and a busy job, time limitations also reduce the number of turkeys I kill, but again, I'm fine with that.
The one that frustrates the hell out of me is mental. I'm a pretty good turkey hunter I think and a relatively smart guy. I get my ass kicked in the turkey woods PLENTY, but I feel like I usually know what to do and when. But when a bird gets close and hangs up, or is blocked by a tree or ground cover, or starts to circle me, or any of the hundreds of tricks they play, my brain sometimes turns to mush. I'll sometime get over anxious or break nervous and do something patently stupid trying to force the game to immediate conclusion. All too often it concludes the game, but not like I wanted. The list of examples is long and embarrassing and afterwards I always sit sulking in shame and think that my six-year-old son probably would have known better.
