CamoMan
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I got out for an afternoon hunt today, and had an interesting experience. No gobbling was going on, and I had been in one spot for a couple hours, so I decided to move on. I went through a wooded area, and came out into a beanfield. Right away, I noticed a couple toms on the field edge about 70-80 yards away. I ducked into the tall grass, and reached out and planted the hen decoy. They hadn't seen me, so I reached out and planted the jake decoy. I ducked into the tall grass, and gave a couple of soft yelps. That's when it got interesting.
I could barely see them coming my way, so I got ready for the shot - I knew it would be close. Pretty soon, I saw a red head, and a beard at about 10 yards through the grass. Right before the shot, another red head popped up right beside it, so I had to wait. They came by at 5 yards (yes, that would be 15 feet), and spotted me. I quickly pulled up on the lead tom, and pulled the trigger . . right after he had ducked and turned to run. Ho boy . . . missed that bad boy at 5 yards.
They scattered, but weren't real alarmed. And it turns out that there were at least 4 toms and a couple hens. I stayed there til they were gone, and then worked my way back to the truck.
Suppose I could have been mad, but that wouldn't have done any good. It was a lot easier to laugh and just shake my head.
I was fortunate enough to get a jake from this farm during second season, and CamoKid and I will be heading out tomorrow morning for his first hunt of the year. Like I said in the post when I got the jake - I'm having too much fun. It would be nice to have a big ol' tom for the smoker, but I'll get more mileage out of this story. Stay tuned . . .
I could barely see them coming my way, so I got ready for the shot - I knew it would be close. Pretty soon, I saw a red head, and a beard at about 10 yards through the grass. Right before the shot, another red head popped up right beside it, so I had to wait. They came by at 5 yards (yes, that would be 15 feet), and spotted me. I quickly pulled up on the lead tom, and pulled the trigger . . right after he had ducked and turned to run. Ho boy . . . missed that bad boy at 5 yards.
Suppose I could have been mad, but that wouldn't have done any good. It was a lot easier to laugh and just shake my head.