Wandering Aimlessly
Lucky Morning #22
Big Jake and I have been hunting gobblers one or two mornings before school each week and on Saturdays, but we have yet to succeed. We have had several close encounters, but Jake has not fired a shot and is not happy with the fact he might be going to have to allow his spring gobbler to grow until fall.
On Memorial Day morning Jake and I were perched on a ridge line at 5 a.m. patiently awaiting a gobble. We heard nothing and began hiking out the ridge. At 5:30 I hooted and a gobbler responded about three hundred yards away. We moved in quietly, set up, and I gave some soft purrs and yelps that were met with silence. About every ten minutes I would give a series of calls, but after a half hour I figured we might have spooked the tom.