a slacker who claims to be a bow hunter.
I have the St. Jude Faith bow this month and if you follow that thread, you know I'm getting frustrated with the brazen hussy hens and the artful-dodger toms. I had to be in court this week and was up 'til 3 this AM getting ready, so I decided to bag turkey hunting and instead slipped into the hot tub out on the deck before first light. I hadn't been in the tub 30 seconds, giving thanks for the pale pink in the sky and the migrating warblers overhead, when a tom gobbled less than 100 yards away, on the other side of the house! That was only the beginning of a 30 minute concert of four very vocal toms gobbling all around me, one up close on the ground just below and one up the ridge above me about 200 yards, both moving slowly downhill and away and two others that sounded like they were still on their roosts about 1/4 mile below. It was a still morning with just a bit of mist from a light rain earlier and the sound carried across the cove. I cant say I would have it any other way, and now I know the toms will be up high in the mornings when the northerly wind stops. I encountered tom #1 on the edge of the road below the house as I drove into town 30 minutes later. I stopped, rolled down the window and gave him the evil eye. That made him a little nervous.