My alarm went off this morning at 3:45 am. That’s early even by a hunter’s standard. Really early. The good news is that I was set up on a hot tom by 6:00 am. The bad news is that I was still set up on him at 8:30. By that point his 3 jakes and 2 of his three hens had come into my decoys and it was clear he wasn’t interested in a fight. He gobbled every 90 seconds for 3 hours and spent most of that time 100-150 yards from me. As things were starting to come to a close I got a text from The Old Man, “Two toms hung up at 100 yards for an hour. I give up.”
He was maybe 80 miles from me, on a completely different style of hunt, with very different territory, but some things are universal to turkey hunting.
We each had closer calls later in the morning on secondary setups. The guy he was guiding couldn’t get turned on a tom at 20 feet straight behind him. I couldn’t bring a pair of toms across a creek. Time to go back to the drawing board.
Check back tomorrow for some wild video I shot Sunday.
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