DOG DAY AFTER....uhh MORNING
Thursday a.m. and it's hovering in the mid-thirties, i'm running a little late and it's breaking day as i set up near the same place i shot my opening day bird.
first crow gets a tom going about three hundred yards away, across a county dirt road from my setup. i give a little flydown and that bird and two others rattle hellos---cool, three boys gobbling fifteen minutes into the hunt----and one of 'em's only a hundred yards or so down the oak ridge
i let 'em holler and juice up for about fifteen more then call again. the nearest bird pitches out and lands just out of sight over a little hump. i cluck twice and he's coming fast over my right shoulder and my fingers tighten on the bowstring as i turn to line up for the shot. he breaks cover about thirty yards out and he runs right on past me and the decoys ??? i'm watching him go when i catch movement out of the corner of my eye and, turning back to the right, see a pretty little beagle coming right in the bird's tracks--scratch the first tom.
i gave it thirty minutes to calm down, started with a couple of clucks, purred into a yelp and another bird gobbles from just the other side of the county road, probably two hundred yards distant. i go quiet and in ten minutes he's standing fifty yards away, looking intently at my decoys---man, what a brush ! that beard looks a foot long and thick as your wrist ! the bird's head starts to bounce up and down, still looking my way, and i catch a glimpse of light color beyond the decoys just as he hauls tail ! this time it's a sheperd cross, apparently following the beagle's trail from a half-hour earlier...
Hope was ready to strike, the birds were trying to cooperate, beautiful weather---sometimes it's just not meant to be---but there's always tomorrow !