I watched his royal majesty for a little bit trying to see if he had any company. He looked to be alone. So I moved into some cover and called. He boomed back at me. About this time a hiker came walking up the upper road above him and spooked him! He ran down into the brush below.
I figured me best chance of calling him in now was to quietly move down onto the road and move to a flatter more accessible spot. After I set up again, I gave a few soft calls. He answered right away, but had moved past me and was headed to where I had originally called to him from. I figured I could turn him around and kept calling. Well the stubborn son-of-a-gun just kept movin' away.
So I quietly moved back around the mountain and set-up again. I called softly....nothin'. A few minutes later I called sofly....nothin. Well I called a little more and the same thing NOTHIN'!
I knew the area was steeper than normal so I guessed he was takin' his time and stayed for about 20 more minutes with no responses of any kind. It was getting dark and I figured I had spooked him so I decided to sneak up the road a little further just to see if I could get him talk to me. I cut real hard on the call and about choked on the diapram when he gobble about 30 yards down the hill! I dropped to the ground and scooted into the bank, thinking this was not the prime set-up we all know we need for calling in turkeys. I could hear him dragging his feather up the mountain to my right. I stayed as still as possible wondering how I could make this work. The only chance was if he circled up the hill to my right, then I would be hidden somewhat by the bank.
amazingly that is what he did! As I started to draw he saw me and turn to go straight away. It was to late though as the arrow entered just right of center of the fan and went right up into the vitals. I shot him where the sun meets the shadows just below the stump in the middle of the photo.
Topic: Got myself a Mountain Tom..stry and pics added. (Read 4429 times)
