|These twin toms came to my calling at High Noon|
|Tagged Two Toms with Two Shots|
The day started with a cold snap of 33-degrees, and I had to layer my camp clothing for the morning hunt. The few gobbles I had heard by 9 a.m. told me that the toms weren't all that fired up. Soon I saw my first hen, with a longboard gobbler trailing right behind her. Neither of them made any sound and I knew that I'd have to wait until late in the morning for any chance at these birds. I moved around, and remained calling actively from different spots, but essentially became frustrated.
Finally, at 11:30 and after peeling off my layers, a turkey gobble with the vigor that I recognized. What's more, it was in a corner of the property that I had already been to this day, scouting the perfect place to sit. I hurried back to that spot and began calling. GOBBLE! The March Madness dance had begun, and despite having a couple of hens with him, the ol' boss gobbler and his Lt. came towards my position. Armed with a good understanding of when these two were within range of my 12-gauge shotgun, my heart began pounding and each step closer seemed to make me more nervous.
|I am a Field Expert for 'Ol Tom and Drake Waterfowl|
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