Levee Jumper
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Got up at 2:15, drove an hour and fifteen minutes, snuck in fairly tight to a roosted bird that was solo and ready to die. He gobbled the few times I called and pitched down to about 80 yards. I went quiet on him and he was slipping toward me looking and stopping to strut. Hear something behind me to my left.... some doofus was walking straight toward the turkey like Elmer stalking a rabbit. Gobbler stopped putted a couple times and he was gone... guy proceeds to set down and starts calling. It was so bad it was almost like a bad dream.
I stormed out of there breaking every stick and log I walked by stopping to ask the guy if he thought he could just walk up to a turkey in the open woods.
I stormed out of there breaking every stick and log I walked by stopping to ask the guy if he thought he could just walk up to a turkey in the open woods.