Alright, alright...I'm home. Now I have a computer to type on, I'll see what I can come up with.
After missing my original flight and being on standby for two others, I finally arrived in
Ft. Peirce about 3:30 in the afternoon. Irv met me at the hotel. After our introductions we met up with Kent at roadside "everything" store.
after catching up a little, we decided to sit a hog stand. There was a storm coming. With the wind whipping up, & my exhaustion from traveling, we decided to call it a day and grab a bite to eat.
After much needed sleep, Kent and Irv met me at my room. Jim and Irv decided to have me sit the blind that Ken killed is gobbler from, hoping he had a brother. We setup be fore dark, and Kent sat with me to hopefully catch something on video. As the sun started to make an appearance, Kent stirred up a few hens with a slate. No gobbling. I joined in with some soft tree yalps from my mouth call and got a few more hens to speak up. They started to fly down. After awhile, I decided to dial it up to see if I could either fire up a gobbler, or agitate a hen so's to get her to come in looking to whoop some @$$. Alone came in, but not the way that I'm used to. An eastern would come in yalping and cutting with an angry disposition. She came in yalping very softly and in a very small cadence.
She walked off, so Kent and I caught up some more while sitting in the blind. Every 20mor 30 minutes I'd let out a few more yalps and cuts. About 10 O'clock another hen came. no gobbler in tow.