The two men did not seem to see is and Tim and I tried not to give ourselves away but we were on the edge of the field. Tim tried calling the land owner because the property was posted and he was supposed to be the only one hunting. No answer. We stood there and listened as the two men began calling and waiting for a response. They were much closer to those two birds who had just been calling back with us. One gobble and those guys would be headed into the woods. Luckily, those stubborn birds kept quiet. But the idea of hunters in the area made us question our decision to move on from a spot that we knew had active birds.
|Tim placing decoys in the field|
Defeated, we had to head back to the truck. Standing in the road was a tom, just walking through. Perfect.
|Our decoys in the field.|
|Different spot, hanging out with a decoy|
We tried different spots, different decoys and different days (I was able to go out for a couple of hours with Tim a couple of days later) but I ended the season without a bird. We had a lot of them calling to us, made a hen incredibly mad when we pulled a tom away from her and made her work harder to get him back but I never had the opportunity that I had that first morning with Tim.
What little time I had to go out, it was a lot of fun with some great sights and sounds! Guess I need to wait one more year or get lucky this fall. We shall see!