Son
Gone But Not Forgotten
Several years ago, sitting in a hollow in Macon Co Alabama i was working a gobbler who had refused to come to a call for at least a week.
But this morning i was setup on the opposite side of his roost from where i had during the first of the week. His first gobble sounded and i knew i was in the right place, about 40 yards away. Then in the dark i saw what was thought to be a bobcat circling me and going up the hill. Nothing more was heard from the tree, but when day came, he gobbled right above me, next level up. I couldn't move or turn around, so i was cornered. It was the gobbler i saw in the dark. Soon, here came a hen walking right by my feet and going south. The gobbler saw and joined her to my left out at about 50 yards. With nothing to lose, i called, the gobbler folded up his strut and came right down my barrel. Boom and to this day that ol bird has been hanging on my wall in a flying mount. Now, here's the truth. Either i'm one of the best turkey callers in the South, or that was the ugliest hen in the woods.
But this morning i was setup on the opposite side of his roost from where i had during the first of the week. His first gobble sounded and i knew i was in the right place, about 40 yards away. Then in the dark i saw what was thought to be a bobcat circling me and going up the hill. Nothing more was heard from the tree, but when day came, he gobbled right above me, next level up. I couldn't move or turn around, so i was cornered. It was the gobbler i saw in the dark. Soon, here came a hen walking right by my feet and going south. The gobbler saw and joined her to my left out at about 50 yards. With nothing to lose, i called, the gobbler folded up his strut and came right down my barrel. Boom and to this day that ol bird has been hanging on my wall in a flying mount. Now, here's the truth. Either i'm one of the best turkey callers in the South, or that was the ugliest hen in the woods.