May 10, 2015 at 8:40pm
I had been after this bird all year. It started opening day when my buddy and i saw him for a brief period of time. he showed up on the edge of my field after gobbling his head off on the roost. problem was there were 5 hens between him and us. So he let out a gobble went into strut and then eased back in the woods. needless to say all the hens followed. this was only the beginning of the giant game of cat and mouse that ended on April 25th. it seemed like the days id sleep in he would show up on the trail cam, and when i was out there he would talk the talk off his limb before sunrise but would never show. well it took a few weeks to ease in on his bedroom but i finally figured out where he was staying.One morning he started screaming early and i had plenty of time to set up on him. sneaking quietly within 75yds of his tree i set up and waited. He gobbled at every noise , i let out a few soft tree yelps and set back making sure not to get aggressive with him still on the limb. He gobbled for a good 20minutes never coming down. As i set patiently i hear two birds soaring in like F18s over my head...well those two birds were hens and needless to say once again they led him in the other direction. they wanted no part of my calling. i waited till they fed off and eased out of the woods to return another day. On the morning of the 25th i reluctantly woke up early and decided id give it a go. the weather was a cold 47degrees, and i felt odd dressing for a mid November deer hunt to go kill a turkey. As i got to my field i stood and listened. Sure enough the first bird to sound off was the one i was after. i slipped down my trail and to the creek where he was. i inched closer with every gobble until i was right in his lap. i sat down and listened. You could hear him drumming on the limb as he sounded off facing each direction. i did a few flydown wing beats with my hat and some scratching in the leaves. he gobbled at every noise i made. i gave some soft purrs and puts on my friction call and he quickly cut me off. i sat quiet and heard a bird fly down. he gobbled again still in the tree. then he flew down and i heard a hen yelping with him. thinking it was going to be a replay of last time. i waited calling just enough to keep him talking. as they eased off in the other direction. i got up and snuck closer getting right under his tree with some sharp cutts thats all he could take. he turned and headed back towards his roost the hen passes infront of me at 25yds, with my gun up im waiting just knowing hes goin to be behind her. 5minutes goes by with no bird....? i start to question myself and wonder if he saw something he didnt like. in an attempt to get him to give away his position i cut hard on my mouth call. He screams and hes not even 20ft to my left circling me. i swing the gun and he steps into the bead. Thats all she wrote for the ole sneaky tom.He gave me a run for my money but i knew if i hunted him smart and waited for his ladies to loose interest id get him. It was a test of whitts and a hunt to be remembered.