Never- ever tell a Tarheel fan anything- he'll put it on the internet!
Yesterday afternoon, Joey and I went to a big oak hammock and split up. I found a palmetto clump about 10yds round and cut a hole big enough for a stool and to shoot out. I set out a Jake and hen and settled in for the afternoon. Turns out Joey was about 80yds to my right- I saw him get up and down a couple times adjusting his set up. Man, I thought, what's the big deal? I found out.
At 6 pm I heard a thunder of birds running to me- turned out to be 3 big gobblers! They put the brakes on a foot in front of the Jake and circled making this noise Joey told me was an aggressive purr- all I know is they were pissed and so was I! They had stopped just a foot short of my shooting window :( . I had put the Jake too far to the left of that window and could not shoot. My heart was at cardiac level.
They kinda calmed down when my plastic bird didn't react and walked back behind me. I scratched this little call Joey had made me and they milled around and appeared to my right side this time and were walking toward the "master" I just knew it was gonna be a done deal.
Gotta go- in my blind and birds gobbling unless that's Joey. 39 degrees in the swamp and the sun just gettin over the trees.