Sunday brought the end of our trip, but there was time for one more hunt before we needed to hit the road.
Back to the blind for me, and as I sat in the dark listening to gobbles galore I knew it wouldn't be long before the action started. And I was not disappointed.
By the time the dust had settled I had dequivered and four of my arrows lay scattered in the pasture. The turkeys had completely humiliated me, and would send me home with an empty cooler.
The shots were a bit long, but I just couldn't seem to find the range. All I can think of is that I hadn't practiced from the blind at all this year, and I know that it normally takes me some adjustment time to get used to shooting out of a window. I really think it messed with my depth perception, and I just couldn't get dialed in. At least that is my story, and I'm sticking to it....
Another lesson that I shouldn't have needed to relearn - practice from a blind before trying to hunt from one!