and his either showing or the next gobble can be EXCRUCIATING!
I really, really wish I could hear drumming like a lot of you guys. I have heard it, but maybe only 3-4 times and they were close.
Anyway, I was on a high point, and he was over a lip (which was 40 yards from me) and way below me. He double gobbled to my call, and then one more time which let me know he was coming. The woods were very open, but I had a decent setup and had kind of laid back to lower my profile.
The next few minutes seemed like an eternity. I constantly scanned left and right, left and right, repeat. After I could stand it no longer, the little devil on my left shoulder convinced me to call again, and this time I'm glad I listened, because he had moved from my 12:00 to about 2:00, still just over the lip. I slid my hiney to the right and had the barrel pointed to where I just knew his head would appear any minute. It didn't.
I still scanned back and forth. Finally, after another eternity, I decided to scratch the leaves with my foot. I was immediately greeted with a half putt from my, now, 3:00. I glanced hard right, and he's standing there at about 40 yards. How I didn't hear him walking in the leaves, I'll never know.
He continued his half putting and started descending the hill, but slowly. I started cutting at him, and .... he gobbled :shock: ! But, he kept descending the hill, and even though I softened my calling he walked off :bash: !
Oh well, it was fun!
I really, really wish I could hear drumming like a lot of you guys. I have heard it, but maybe only 3-4 times and they were close.
Anyway, I was on a high point, and he was over a lip (which was 40 yards from me) and way below me. He double gobbled to my call, and then one more time which let me know he was coming. The woods were very open, but I had a decent setup and had kind of laid back to lower my profile.
The next few minutes seemed like an eternity. I constantly scanned left and right, left and right, repeat. After I could stand it no longer, the little devil on my left shoulder convinced me to call again, and this time I'm glad I listened, because he had moved from my 12:00 to about 2:00, still just over the lip. I slid my hiney to the right and had the barrel pointed to where I just knew his head would appear any minute. It didn't.
I still scanned back and forth. Finally, after another eternity, I decided to scratch the leaves with my foot. I was immediately greeted with a half putt from my, now, 3:00. I glanced hard right, and he's standing there at about 40 yards. How I didn't hear him walking in the leaves, I'll never know.
He continued his half putting and started descending the hill, but slowly. I started cutting at him, and .... he gobbled :shock: ! But, he kept descending the hill, and even though I softened my calling he walked off :bash: !
Oh well, it was fun!