Well, it has been 4 years since I started turkey hunting with a stickbow. I have had some good years and a couple of bad! Monday was opening day in IL. I threw on my ghilli and hit the woods. My daughter and I had roosted a tom the night before and confirmed his roost tree with an owl hoot. My little girl got the biggest kick outa that bird getting fired up over an owl. We had spent all afternoon Sunday working off our Easter dinner by making me a ghilli hat.
So that first morning I took my new hat and suit and proceeded to call that bird to my lap. But as birds will do at 10 or 12 yards with a dude in a yeti suit nearby, he spooked.
So I had to go to work and stew on this bird all day! I roosted him again, same place, and then worked him yesterday. This time Don Juan had plenty of ladies and just stood there at 100 yards and gobbled...HUNDREDS of times. I ended up slipping out the back door and finding this jewel...from a buck that I had tried to kill all fall. Glad he made it!
I decided that bird was too tough for me and looked for another willing subject. I had been watching a group of birds near my new barn (and hopefully my new house if I ever get to build one). I snuck in there yesterday evening after work and put up my old Predator blind with it's busted poles and smelly insides. Seems I left my new blind down in Florida with 'ol Tarponut, and since I was gonna do it ghilli-style, I wouldn't need it. Let one bird walk all over me and I am hunkered down in the first blind I could get my hands on