Sunday morning, after my weekend warrior debacle the day before, I decided to go to a spot I had never been before. I've also never seen any vehicles parked there.
I walked in about a mile and was coming down a slope between two ridges. There was a small pond in between them. I stood and watched a couple of does walking up the opposing slope. The does kept pausing and looking above them. Suddenly, I hear a thunderous gobble ahead of me. I then see what the deer were looking at. A gobbler coming down the ridge towards them in full strut. I don't know if those deer owed him money or not, but he was not happy with them.
Of course I was standing out in the open, so I got down on my stomach and crawled to some tall grass. There I watched the gobbler keep coming towards me. When he got to the dam of the small pond, I scrambled to a rock outcropping to my left. He came around the pond and then walked behind some cedars. I grabbed my box call and threw some yelps towards him. He cut me off mid yelp with a gobble. I could tell he was getting closer, but I still couldn't see him.
Much to my dismay, he popped out at an elevation level to me and to my immediate left. There was no way I could turn to him without being busted. Had I known the terrain better I could have moved down the hill and behind some cedars and had a good shot on him.
I let him pass, but it was sure nice to actually have a tom gobble back for once.
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