A beautiful morning, with the day off, how could it get any better? Let me tell you. On multiple occasions I’ve gone after this skittish old tom just to have him bust me or not come into range. This morning I changed tactics, barely called, and if I did it was LIGHT. He would be strolling through the forest gobbling his head off, but would never come in to sight. Then he would move away again. I would call lightly and the process would repeat. This continued for 40 minutes until he had seen my decoy and out he came. He gobbled, strutted, all with his head changing colours…awesome. As I pulled up my Winchester, he noticed me, and was about to run…BANG! Tommy Down!
Tommy Down!
